‘Simon, I promise to you that not all girls are like Joanna.’ I pulled him down the couch onto me, so we were horizontal, me on my back and he on ...is side to my right as we carried on kissing. Hesitantly, slowly, his hand came up the front of my dressing gown and cupped my left breast through it, squeezing gently, kneading and stroking through the material. I pulled his head closer, kissed him deeper, as a non-verbal signal that everything was OK, and started stroking his back through the. I stop and look at the toys with my back facing her giving here an opportunity to see that I am wearing pantyhose. I catch her looking up over her glasses a few times at my legs. I am sure it was more confusing than arousing for her but I was just excited for a stranger to see my in pantyhose. Then, she recommends I check out the lingerie on sale in the back of the store. Bingo! I knew she had noticed at that point. As I make my way back, the front door chimes as another shopper walks in. With. The T shirt had ripped against the pressure from those massive breasts, and the bra was plainly visible. I laid down on the bed and surveyed the awful breasts I had to live with for the next two years. They really were huge and I had no way I could disguise them. How could I get rid of them sooner? The medical service would take too long on the waiting list and I couldn't afford private care.....or could I?I remembered my lottery win and immediately rang a private hospital. It took the. I got out of the FBI’s idea of an undercover car and entered the building. I wore the bag past a deputy with a metal detector wand. I went up to the chief’s office. I stood in the outside receptionist office. I explained to her exactly who I was, so that Captain ass hole would know it was really me. I was sure he would want me to hear him gloat over the beat down I took. I was right.“Mr. Rogers, I do hope you have recovered from you tragic beating,” the Captain suggested.“I’m working on it. I.