There was my petite 110 pound small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some biker thug who...was on top of her pounding her pussy. This guy was huge, with a body builder’s physique, long hair and tattoos all over his body. On his forearm was tattooed his name “Dale”. I couldn’t believe what I heard and saw next, Dale said to my wife “where’s the lube and some rubbers, I want your ass”. She replied “there on the TV stand” as he got off of. Then time for your face, the apply rouge and then pink lip gloss, they shave your eye brows and clip your lashes, they melt/fuse on bigger, sluttier eye lashes and fuller eye brow. Then they apply green eye lid shade your eyes lids with a black eye liner. They pierce the left nostril and put in a diamond stud. While this is happening, your breast size is getting bigger from a-cup to b-cup to c-cup but stops at boarder line d-cup. As you yelp and moan in a higher pitch voice and noticed you. Kirsten and Jackie were waiting for him; apparently Mike wasn't ready yet. "Wow," Kirsten said, "You look like you just stepped out of 'The Right Stuff'. Mike'll be along in a minute. He had to winch me into this thing."Mike smiled. "You look like you just stepped out of 'Gone With the Wind', Scarlett."Kirsten's hoop skirt must have been close to six feet across; it arched up to a tiny waist, which was almost overwhelmed by Kirsten's large bosom almost popping out of the very low neckline. "I. She was so much a part of the family, he thought. She's like a sister, but of course not to me. She's my best friend. Or she was, he thought painfully.Then they lay on his bed, just relaxing, watching the game. He'd thought about her, next to him, how much he loved her, and how scared he was that he would lose her."Marry me," he'd said suddenly.She looked at him. "What?" Marry me," he repeated.She'd held her left hand out, moving her ring finger, his ring always there. "What's this?" she'd.