She arched her slender back, thrusting her pert titsout as she slowly drew the blouse from her shoulders.Her firm little tit-globes jutted out, needin... nosupport. The rosy tips stood out taut and stiff andtantalizing, like twin pink rockets ready to belaunched. She posed like that for a moment, staring ather aunt in a knowing, challenging way. Aunt Pearl wastrembling slightly and licking her lips, her eyesglued to those succulent tits.Sharon could tell that her little show had affectedher. “Not to mention it was drugs that killed his father.”I just nodded as she took a break.“While I was going to school, my mom help me a lot with Billy. My dad was a farmer and I hated it. He made pretty good money, at least the four of us never went hungry. I got some scholarships and some student loans to finish my schooling. I graduated from college with a BS in nursing and a lot of student loans.After graduation I found out daddy was a big time moonshiner in those parts. So bootlegging helped. Life was not easy for Alice. As luck would have it the only seat available was near Alice so I sat but turned my back to her to avoid talking but she wouldn’t have that. A soft tap on my shoulder and I heard her ask if she could bum a cigarette. I turned to face her flicking one out of my pack and she took it slowly and her hand touched mine, a smile was her thanks. I turned again to talk to my friends but again I felt a tap. Being brought up too polite I turned again as she started to ask. The directions were good and soon she found herself, perspiring somewhat heavily after a fast walk on a hot day, outside the place she’d been looking for: Ruffles.This was definitely the place Chrissy had told her about; there was even a mannequin sporting thigh-highs (and not much else) in the display window, along with a lot of other frilly looking sleepwear and underthings. Someday, Jane thought, when I have more time, I’m going to come back here...and bring Peter. Oh god, wouldn’t he love.