But the group decided to give it a try.The randomizer indicated three -- which meant that Marie, Frank, and Denise were obligated to remove their unde...wear. The group did decide that the underwear would be put in the pile rather than the trash, but otherwise everyone seemed to feel it was a good dare.The handy blanket was pulled off the back of the couch, and Marie began her effort. Watching the expressions of the three persons' faces was entertaining, as they struggled with the. ”“K?” I asked. “How is that possible? I mean I’ve heard of D, double D, triple D, and even F, but...”She giggled. “I was a double D my freshman year of high school.”“Okay, I’m not going to ask, but I’m going to guestimate that you are about twenty-seven, twenty-eight...”“Oh, thank you!” she purred. “That’s so sweet.”Obviously, I had guessed on the low side.“I was a double D my freshman year in high school,” she went on, “and by the time I graduated I was already custom ordering my bras.”I. On this particular occasion she arrived home in a particularly dishevelled state. Her normally tied back hair was lose and matted. Her white blouse was damp and stuck to her ample breasts, which was minus the black bra she had worn on leaving for work that morning. Her reasonably short black skirt was creased and stained and she was flushed in the face. “I have been well and truly fucked this afternoon” she told me. “Let me take a shower and I’ll tell you about it if you like. Pour me a drink. I didnt, but I didnt try to hide, either. I did wave at the next one, and giggled a little. We finally got to my clothes. One block is enough for tonight, I told Mike apologetically, and hurriedly got dressed. He shrugged and grinned, watching me. Did you have a little fun with it? he asked. Some, I admitted. It seemed a lot more tolerable now that I was dressed. Nothing bad had happened at all. — — Wednesday I got up in the morning and headed for the bathroom. I thought about my.