Especially out here in the woods, in the rain, inside this small cemetery. I sit in the cab of my old truck, listening to the rain tell the story, and...wait for Melinda.We don’t have nice winter weather around here. Seems like it’s always cold, cloudy, and raining. About all it’s good for is hunting, mostly deer. Only I don't hunt—not anymore.But this became my favorite time of year because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting most of a Saturday down in the bottoms trying to get that big. "The week flew by. I got some positive remarks from the girls in theoffice about how I looked. "You didn't have another op, did you?" askedone. "Or is the anticipation of the big day that makes your boobs lookeven bigger?" I didn't explain the reason for my changed posture, butthe comment made me feel good. I was looking forward to wearing thewedding dress. And to displaying my generous cleavage in public.The big day had arrived. Julie had stayed overnight as we needed anearly start. I was. In her youngerdays, she had yielded to many a young Communist in the name of partysolidarity. But she had never much enjoyed fucking, and even an extendedsession with twenty or more men did not bring her to orgasm. One of the"therapists", noting her complaints about irritated nipples, stuck needlesin her breasts and injected stuff. Her breasts became fuller, moreupright and attractive, but they also became numb. Men might pinch hernipples or squeeze her breasts, but it didn't hurt. From. “Gentlemen, this is what I have for your entertainment today, three sluts who will do practically anything you ask. The rules are as such: they will do anything you ask, within reason, of course, but there's to be no abuse of any sort. If they say no to your request, please respect their wishes, as I will not tolerate any violence towards them. That will get you removed from the premises very quickly. They're clean, insofar as I know, but if you're unsure, there's condoms on the dining room.