The veryfact that Jenny could move, albeit with a rolling table for her belly, wasamazing. She made her way over to a scale built into the floor. An L...D dialin the wall lit up and registered 1435 pounds. One of the women produced amassive bra and began to help Jenny put it on. It was very heavilyconstructed with very wide straps for over the shoulders, but it looked tobe made of very soft shiny satin or silk. Her breasts were very carefullyfitted into the bullet shaped cups and were straining. I jokingly put my hand on her butt cheek then pulled away because I knew she was not really into the whole "ass" thing. But once I pulled my hand away, I was caught off guard by what happened next.She gave her butt a little shake. I kept putting my hand there and then pulling away, because i did not know what to do. She started sliding her pants down until her ass pointed directly at me. Her Bare, perfect ass hole was a target for my hand, and she told me in a sweet voice "Come on baby, you can. I've heard that some morticians place adult absorbent diapers on their clients to absorb any possible leakage so I suspect that was what I was feeling. My hand slid on down her leg until I felt what appeared to be the end of the panty girdle and the start of her stockings. I checked out both of her legs this way as far down as my arm would go. I couldn't reach the hem of her dress or I would have pulled it up and felt her nylon stocking clad legs directly. I ran my hands over her upper thighs. Not used to coming here with a boyfriend, and I got caught up in old socializing habits I'm afraid."I shook my head and took a sip of my third martini. "No worries. I'm a big boy and can take care of myself. I was glad to see you doing your thing. It's obvious that you miss this scene and I'd rather you enjoy yourself than make me feel like I'm dragging you down or something." You never drag me down, quite the opposite. You're the safety net that's always ready to catch me, and knowing that.