Until a week ago I was the happiest woman in the world. I had a loving husband, a beautiful house, and a great life. I was so happy." "He left you," I...said, seeing all of the pieces fall together. She shook her head. "No." So much for that theory. "Then what?" "Did you know my husband used to keep journals?" "No." How could I? "Neither did I until I found them. They were in this box in the attic; I found them when I was doing some cleaning. The box was locked, but the lock had rusted through. I. “You have to take off some clothes too”, Rachel said to me.“it is too hot.”"I only wear this bra”, I replied."It doesn’t matter," she said."You have such beautiful tits”, she said smiling.At the same moment, she took off her blouse and bra and shorts as well. She was a slightly large lady and two large tits rolled out of her purple bra. She was now wearing only a black lace panty. I could see that she had some black hair on her pussy that came out a little on the sides of her panties.“That was. To the former Bart Allen's exasperation, her voice was shockinglyhigh even for a girl, with a slight nasal lilt to it that made her soundlike a complete ditz.Beatrice revamped the uniform or at least what was underneath it. Bart hadworn only a dance belt made of the same material invented by Barry Allenunderneath the skin tight suit. The material had a matte finish andrubbery look on the outside but was soft to the touch on the inside.Beatrice took two of Bart's dance belts and made a sports. "I think they were touching me," I said with a concerned voice."Boys will be boys," he laughed again. "They have never seen such beauty. Your white skin and soft pink lips were too much for them to resist."I knew it wasn't my mouth Abid was referring to. I was still lying with my legs spread apart and his eyes were riveted between my legs. I closed my legs and tried to cover my nakedness with the thin veil, I never felt so vulnerable. It was as though they had just imported a new pet and.