After he did, he began to run his hands up my body to my boobs. He took one boob in each hand and began to squeeze and fondle them. He finally let me ...p and got me another top.“I’m really going to enjoy changing you. There’s going to be a lot more fun to come.”I was afraid of what kind of fun he had in mind. He led me back to the living room sat me down on the sofa and brought me another baby bottle full of juice. He turned on the television to one of his favorite shows and we sat there as I. One of the other bowlers came over and sat down."Hey, Mitchell," Dale began. "What are the chances of you dropping out so I have a chance at this thing?" Half the people signed up would have to drop out before you have a chance," Mitchell teased good-naturedly. "Seriously though, what's the competition like?" Oh you know everyone, I think," Dale answered. "It's the same old group. What a minute?who's that?" Dale was looking at a young lady who was at the registration table."I've never met. Got to get away. Can't. Trapped.Panic ignited in Ken. He started hyperventilating. His chest tightened. Her remorseless coils were squeezing the breath and life out of him."Hey," the girl repeated.Ken didn't hear her.Can't breathe.The walls were closing in. Falling down on him. Crushing him.Suffocating.Her coils squeezing him. His rib cage on the verge of shattering.Trapped."This should get your attention," the girl chuckled. She pressed her bosom down over his face.Ken's heart rate shot even. She foldsmy arm into her breast and locks me into her. I reachforward to kiss her and she leans back to meet my lips.We’re chattering away as if we’ve been together foryears. She’s happy and relaxed and it’s suddenly becomeone of the best Christmases ever. And it’s not overyet!For the rest of the evening we veg out on the sofawatching whatever is least objectionable on telly. Byten o’clock we’ve got through a couple of bottles ofwine, not to mention a.