I couldn’t buy new clothes. My old ones really couldn’t hold my assets and most of them were above knee length. I too didn’t ask for new ones as...I took pleasure in people’s attention to my body.I had fun with shopkeepers as I was extra cute with them by showing my big bum and boobs. I wore old skirts that were really short. People could see the boundary of my ass and cleavage. I used to wear very short shorts like boy panties and small tees.The shopkeepers used to give me a discount or I would. She also seemed to be hungry with all the time spent away from her husband and was eating my lips.I lifted her in my lap and threw her on the bed. I sat on her thighs and tore open her shirt. Her huge melons which I had only imagined till date were out in front of me in a white bra. I buried my face there and started licking all over her breast. I bit her nipple over her bra with my teeth and she let out a moan.I took my one hand to her back and unhooked the bra so that I can take her other. Stop wasting time.Suddenly, he got an idea. Instead of walking all the way around the can, hewould open the lid from the side with one hand, and stuff his clothes inwith the other. But the heavy lid, and its rusty hinges, proved to be toobig of a challenge for his left arm. From a half opened position, theclosing lid had enough force to yank him along, making him drop everythinghe was holding. For a second, it seemed to him that he still had thingsunder control, but his tight skirt prevented. He turned to look at me again. His expression can only be described as the ‘what the fuck is going on’ look. But what was there about which to be surprised, horrified, or confused?“Who the fuck are you????” he inquired of me. It was as if I was a strange, unknown, delivery man or meter reader who had barged into his house unannounced and had defiled its sanctity.“That’s the woman you’ve been fucking for the past two hours!” Marie answered, with a palm slap to Ken’s forehead for emphasis. .