" I laid out a new outfit on the bed for you. John, I feel wonderful. I think part of it has to do with the fact you love me. You respect me and above...all... I love you."I kissed her again. I groped her ass while doing so. "I love it when you touch me. Please never stop."I asked her to come to the bedroom with me. I closed the door and asked her to sit on the bed."Tamara, when you came into my life, I didn't realize what love really was. I had always thought love was two people sharing life and. “Well, Ron had told me what a good little slut you have been yourself these past few days” said Tasha with an acid tinged matter-of-fact tone. “I didn’t use the word ‘slut’” I interrupted, not wanting to be misquoted.“Yes, yes. Ronny is much too nice to use that word in this situation. But, I’m tired and pissed, so I did. Ron said that you have been ‘very accommodating’. continued TashaI was silent now. I was pretty sure of the general direction this was going, but the exact destination was a. "You might want to try the maternity store on the lower level. They may have a few plus size items in stock."She tried hard to hold her temper, but the woman's smug look really burned Bobbie up! Her eyes closed to slits a she eyed the rail thin woman's almost nonexistent assets. "You're so lucky not to have this problem. It must be nice not to need a bra." Bobbie smiled innocently when the woman's condescending smirk instantly vanished to be replaced by a hostile glare. "Thanks for the advice. There were some more questions and answers but, in the end, I finished my beer and she showed me to the door. Thinking that I had failed at the culmination of my fantasy, I drove home and then masturbated when I arrived there with thoughts of her, and the memory of the view of her cleavage.The following morning, as I arrived for class, she called to me from her office, I stuck my head in the door and she told me that there were still some tests to make up and if I wanted to come to her place.