” I stopped dead in my tracks as she opened her coat. She had on black leggings that were more of stockings with a built in garter belt. Her breasts...were held up by a matching bra that had only under cups holding her G-cup breasts out there like a pair of Cornish hens! I looked closely, but there was not one other thread of cloth on her body. The coat slowly slid down her arms until she caught the shoulders of it in her hands. She turned slowly side to side, allowing the light and shadow to. Don' ever do that." Did you see that woman, that redhead?" No. Must be the bloody general's bleedin' wife." Wife? It was a girl, a young one, boobs like melons, broad-assed and long-legged. Frigging beautiful." She's that." He's an antique, bald and fat, must be sixty or seventy." So? Lift your damn end and twist this way."We got the heavy chest into the room where it was to stand as a linen press, collected our pay and left, but I could not get the image of the lush, bending woman with the. There was another thing that had changed; my mother thought it was safe enough for me to run to school. Why she considered it safe now I had no idea but I was not going to look at the gift of freedom in the mouth and say something to screw it up.So it was that I did my chores, alongside Brodie and the men he hired to help him though the school year outside before sunrise. When I was done with my chores I did not bother to clean up since I would be out running on the road then in the gym so a. Just as she was pulling back from him she gave his bum a squeeze that really caused him to blush.“Auntie,” he exclaimed.Maureen bent down and threw her arms around him before whispering in his ear, “Sorry you’ve been dragged along to this,” she said, “I’m sure we’d both rather be somewhere else.”He grinned up at the woman as the two of them separated.Margaret, spoke up then, “Maureen, Happy birthday, this is for you,” she said as she pushed a small, neatly wrapped package, towards her.