It was an unusually large size. Not all-over huge, like a fat lady's bra, but unusually large. The cups were for a woman with large breasts. It was a ...retty bra, despite its appearance of hidden strength. A bra for a pretty woman with hidden strength, Karen thought. That's me! Only the one bra, though, and there was no indication of the actual size of the thing. A DD cup? An H? An X?"How may I help you?" murmured a voice, and Karen spun round in alarm. The voice came from behind her, and Karen. I was having a pain on my back, my butts, my breast and my legs. She asked me about the pain and i mentioned her places. She got a gel from my father in law and started applying on my back. Since i was wearing saree so she told that if i don’t mind she need to remove my saree to see the injuries and apply the gel. I did not mind since she was also a lady. She removed my saree and patty coat and i was left with my panty in the lower half of the body. Since my panty was having just a string on. Had I put my shorts on that high or had my cheeks been showing this entire time without me even noticing. I felt his finger move back up towards my inner thigh and slowly enter through the left cuff of my shorts instantly finding and rubbing my slit. Before I knew what was happening, we made it to the front of the store where Ron was."Mmmmm...oh god...", escaped my lips when I suddenly saw darling Ron sitting at the front counter doing something on the computer with his headphones on and I. ”“Three of you?”“And I’m the only one married.”Junior had stayed with me. The four of us met ... I shared cups and coffee.“Ooo. Good coffee,” sipped the agent.“Jamaican Blue Mountain,” I said... “French Press.”It could have been more companionable but Miss Agency was trying. The cats helped. Tyche ran after us.“Murray!” she hollered, “Corral your kids ... they have to go with us ... don’t give me any of your looks ... they all have to get registered.”So ... after we three, Junior, Zoe and I ....