Of course, she would pretend they had worn her to a frazzle, but that was just to keep them confidant of their manly superiority.The workhouse girls h...d scurried back to their nests lest they be cut from the flock and given a taste of the “Cat” with a half dozen of the foreman’s sturdy arm.Meg was happy that she had never considered for a single moment the wisdom of falling into that debtor’s routine and had taken to the roads in pursuit of her fortune instead. The excitement of pretending to. So why were guys interested in them? Boobs. Both of them had tits galore. In high school Teresa's were probably the same size as Leticia's while Terry's were probably a tad bigger, but both of them were more rubenesque in shape vice the definitely more slender hourglass shape of Leticia which helped make her mountains look all the bigger. The older they got the larger their chest grew.A few years after Ann had her cancer, Teresa showed up with her bastard child Kerry in tow. Somehow the welfare. So I got over to her house and she let me in like nothing ever happened. Then she asked me:-Are you here to tie me up?-Sort of.Now that I was here I was nervous. She took my hand and led me to her closet which contained bondage toys of all kinds.-Where did you get all this stuff!-I bought it, got it from friends, from boyfriends, the list is quite long.She then gave me a thourul explanation of what each toy was, what it could do etc.I told her to get naked with her back turned on me. I shufled. I ask her how her day is and she says fine thanks. I notice she is not wearing a bra and her boobs are as free as the wind. Her nipples are protruding the sun dress. I look away so she doesn't notice but looking by her cute smile too late. I stand and wonder did she notice me looking, what should I do. The line moves slowly and my mind races, should I flirt with her, ignore, carry on a conversation with her, she must know I saw. What should I do? Anything. I find myself trying to look at her.