So when she told me that she wanted bigger titties, so I'd have more to play with, I believed her. Now I just felt stupid.I could see the pattern, and...it was really clear. Monday and Tuesday, Maybelle and I never had sex. On Wednesday night, she got really cuddly and affectionate. Thursday was her club meeting, which was set up on the one day of the week that I worked late to oversee the nightshift. Usually, I got home at about 8 p.m. and Maybelle was already in bed. She always got angry at me. Blushing even more, she gave me a startled look, then, hesitantly, placed the hand holding her little bundle on the table, reluctantly letting it open to release the items on the tabletop. Had we been anywhere else, I would have let them stay in plain view, but I didn't really want our sleepy little community waking up to my true nature, so I took the flimsy little bits of satin and stuffed them in my pocket."Why did you do that, Amy?" I asked in a low voice."B-because you told me to, sir." she. We’re in the courtyard at the back of our favorite bar, in the outskirts of the city. We’re sitting at big wooden tables, where hats and cowboy gear decorate the walls. Jake is standing with a group of Europeans, speaking Spanish so well that I’d never understand him. I probably won’t see him for the rest of the night, and I’m sure he’s not coming to the table with those shots he mentioned. Melisha is the only one who seems to tune into my mood. She can sense that I’m sipping down this red. And she had a habit of bending over. So I got a lot of up skirt shots at an early age. And they just kind of intrigued me. So soft, simple, tight fitting. The feeling they had was hard to describe. I had a couple of older sisters, so they were always lying around. It was easy enough to scarf a few pair and then throw them in the laundry when I was done."It was flowing out easier than I expected. I'm sure her gorgeous legs had something to do with it."After a while, it kind of became habit..