I said I dont have one with me now to which he suggested that he can give one for me to try.Like totally shameless he asked me the size of bra I wear ...nd I told him its 34d he smiled a little, went out and fetched a black colored strapless bra with a net finish in the front. He didn’t mind closing the door after handing me over the bra to get changed into. So I just turned my back to him opened the vest..kept it on a hook beside. At that moment I was standing with my bare back just in that. Both of us are 37 years old.She has a 16 years old son, Roy. A cute and intelligent boy with whom I had hit off from day one, and we are very good friends. Circumstances brought me to tell her a few things by letter and not in the way of conversation. The subject was a bit painful for me, and I'm thinking a lot better while writing. Read my letter and you'll understand.Kristen,On our first year of marriage you asked several times about my family and I avoided the question. It's time now that. I woke up early on Sat morning as usual, and went out to mow the lawn. This is something that I love doing in the summer, with the view of the Paarl mountains looming over me as I worked up a sweat in the morning sun. It wasn’t long before I had built up a sweat and removed my shirt. I was quickly in that almost Zen-like mode that the light exercise always brought on. I was about half finished with the front lawn, when Sara pulled up in her new green Taz. She climbed out of the car and I. .. slap ... slap as flesh made contact with flesh. There were grunts of satisfaction, whilst his mouth was kissing my ear and neck."Oh god I've thought of little else all day ... Just waiting for tonight ... waiting, knowing there would be two good looking chicks ready to be fucked ... and here we are ... god you're even better than I'd hoped for ... the agency sure knows how to pick its women" he said, then taking a big bight at the back of my neck.It was pointless trying to tell him I was not.