The room was dark except for the glow of the television set. Angela took a long sip of gin and looked down at herself. She'd chosen her clothes very c...refully. At first glance it looked like an outfit she always wore a blouse and shorts for working around the house on a hot night.But she wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse and her huge tits were nearly bursting through. It had a deep cleavage and even she was aroused by the sight of her own spongy, jiggling cleavage when she glance at herself. As Xander opened the box and pulled out the rattle, the teddy bear, and the other toys we’d happily bought in anticipation of her arrival, I picked up a picture of our little bundle. In the photo, Xander held her. Even now, I was amazed at how much she looked like his side of the family, with her red hair and light eyes. ‘She should be outside riding her bike,’ I sobbed, putting my head on Xander’s shoulder. ‘It’s nobody’s fault she died the same night she was born,’ he put his arms around me,. So, I did think about it and continue to do so. The thought of watching my incredibly sexy wife with another woman defies description, let alone that my wife loves me enough and is concerned with my happiness to such a degree that she would make such an offer is nothing short of stunning. I have of course thought about it before, but in the same way a notion passes through the mind like, “ I wish I had a cookie”......but when proposed as a reality, well, that raises questions. And what of the. 'I haven't got a bossy big sister, so she applied and gave herself the job.'She asked me about how I knew Tamsin and what job I did. I explained about working with my friend and that I was out of work but hopeful. I tried to find out a little more about her but other than a name, Veronica, which she hated and insisted on being called Vee, and that she was just over twenty one, I discovered nothing. As she spoke I could hear the uncertainty leave but could still detect some anger in her voice..