Part 7 Saturday - My how time flies when you're having WHAT?The new morning devolved into the standard routine, rise, dine, shower, andmasturbate. Sea...ching Marie's closet for old clothes Jerry found a dress indenim that looked like bib overalls, and a flannel shirt, it had to be a shirtthe buttons were set in the "left over" fashion of men's shirts. Not looking tocarefully she donned the clothes, and found she was wearing the shortest dressin the closet, having a hem that hit above mid thigh.. Her body was strapped down to a table. She lifted her head slightly and saw two bandaged masses on her chest. Inside must be what were now her definite breasts.The previous night she'd been barely able to see her feet past the two orbs they had grown on her in that strange aquarium. They had been slightly smaller than Cordelia's. But these new ones must be a good bit larger. Of course there were the bandages, but even without them she was sure she wouldn't see a thing over them.She squirmed. ’ She smiled wryly as if expecting some sort of comment. I resisted the urge to ask about missing John and including Thomas, and went on. ‘I’m surprised you are not receiving a Pell Grant or some other assistance.’ ‘Daddy doesn’t believe in handouts. He worked his way through Bible College and Momma worked her way through too. She was a waitress and he was a carpenter. I’m expected to do the same, but I just can’t find anything I can do.’ She hadn’t looked up once. The tension in her voice was. Their full bush was wet and sticking to their skin. They didn’t look like two sophisticated women who were engaged in a catfight but rather like two gladiators. They were staring at each other with a mixture of hatred and desire. Even if they were fighting one against the other, it was evident – and I was there as a witness – that their nakedness and the skin to skin contact had excited the two mature women. I could imagine for the first time what aunt Lucy, who had held me on her knees, looked.