Unending

"It's because you like me..." she purred.

 "You like my body..." she added, jutting out her chest, her expansive tanned cleavage impossible not to glance at again. I found myself looking before I realized what I was doing. The full, firm flesh of her enormous, overripe old-lady melons was pouring through the laces of her top, bursting to escape. .

For the first time, I noticed a black tattoo on her breast, slightly faded and obscured, so I couldn't figure out what it was. 

"I don't know you, lady," I said again, sliding my eyes away from her jutting chest smoothly, looking away for a moment before meeting her gaze. 

"And I don't want to know you. Even if I was... that... type of guy, which I'm not... you would not be my first choice. You're not exactly my type..." I said, hoping a little rudeness might shoo her away. 

"And again, for the tenth time now, I'm ha