You could have a fucking party in that shower, he laughed. Yea but my wife hasn’t offered to do that yet, I laughed back. It did remind me of a mmf ...hreesome clip that I wanted to show John sometimes that I thought was so fucking hot.As John was pissing, I looked over at the unmade bed that my wife and I had just slept in last night. When John came out of the bathroom I said, you ready to go again? Fuck yea, and then he paused, you mean in here? he said. Yea, I know it might seem a little. ?Don?t fret about the bra Katie,? I said You only have to wear them now becauseI?m worried if someone saw that your breast were real they might just mistakeyou for a real woman.? With that I began stuffing lots of toilet paper intohis bra cups till I was satisfied that it was obvious they were stuffed withsomething other than flesh. ?Hopefully, the massive increase in your estrogenlevels you?ll be undergoing will increase the size of those pitiful small b-cupsto something large enough that it. One look at my bottom has the young hunks and the old farts a like tongues wag. Their response kicked it up for me. Auntie felt I took it a bit farther with my latest outfit. Allison’s objection was not that the skirt was too short and my panty-seat could easily become a show. Instead it was the ‘pencil’ style skirt I wore that she said my fanny which was strategically packed into the denim was about to burst. She said the panties clearly showed through the distressed denim and that my butt. To go upwind or even just cross-wind, they had to drop the sails and row. I’d be willing to bet that nine out of ten of them hadn’t had their hulls cleaned in years. They weren’t quite as slow as dogshit in a Texas heat wave, but they were close. Certainly they were slower than molasses in January.It was reasonable to question if they were capable of making it to the Pirate Isles before the men all collapsed in exhaustion. Even if they did make it, the men onboard wouldn’t be in any shape to.