Everywhere we walked, she had men staring at her. She was the only woman I had ever seen get the same attention from men that mom got. Tanya,let me k...ow if you like anything, try things on and I will buy them for you. I loved this girl. She was a serious shopper, she would try on about every item on every store. She tried on shirts, skirts, pants, shoes, shorts, hats, you name it. Everything look good on her. On top of that, she kept having me try on different things also, and buying me. If I had to guess she was less than an A cup, probably not more than a 28A, and with the padding nearly and A cup, and like so many bras there was a tiny little bow between the cups that really gets me turned on. But what I saw was a perky little breast with a nipple that would drive a man wild. It was so bright red and probably the size of a pencil eraser. My cock hardened, I sat down in a chair facing her and made sure I made eye contact and nothing else. I was a good corporate manager, well. He handed her the stiff drink he'd carried in his other hand, "Here... you'll feel a lot better."Ginny gulped it down like it was lemonade, oblivious of the burning flow as it coursed down her throat, mindful only of the soothing, mind-blotting escape it would bring. It didn't take long, coupled with the others she'd consumed already tonight, and within minutes, Ginny's head was pleasantly spinning, taking her miles and miles away from the frightening reality confronting her.This time she. I had to know more about this man. I found myself thinking about him almost daily. I kept thinking of ways of how to get him to open up. The only time we could chat was late at night because he always worked late and my husband was gone. The night he told me his name was Jack is when he started opening up a little more. He told me his wife had left for a younger man about a year ago. She had filed for divorce two weeks prior to her departure. I read his words, I understood his pain. My husband.