For those of you who are not all that familiar with bra sizes Robin’s ribcage just under her breasts measures twenty-six inches. You add five inches...to that getting thirty-one but you need an even number so it becomes a size thirty-two bra. Then you measure around the fullest part of her breasts. Like over her nipples. In Robin’s case that measurement is forty-one inches. Subtracting thirty-two from forty-one you get nine inches. On the chart nine inches becomes an H cup. Thus my little sister. Now help me get these pants down while I think about our talk with Mr. Thomas."He stretched his feet out to the floor on my side, raised his pelvis, looked at his crotch, then back to me. I took his cue and leaned toward him to unbuckle his belt. He smiled at me but somehow, not quite with the same spiteful arrogance that Mark showed. As if that made it any better.As I peeled his pants down, he lifted his pelvis and wiggled his hips to help. I pulled his boxers along with the pants. And his. I got to sit just beside her. I had an hour to kill, but little did I know that I would find an hour too short a time.Just as I took my seat, she stopped reading her Mills and Boon to move her bag go give me space. I acknowledged her. She repositioned herself and got back to her book. She was sitting crossed legged with her right foot over her left. I was to her left. I began to watch a movie on my phone.Less than ten minutes had passed and I noticed that she was no longer as composed as she. I can hear you all sitting saying “go on I would,” and “what`s he waiting for” but I`ve not cheated on the wife in 30 years or more and it seemed well just plain wrong. Anyway after a lot of soul searching I decided to go, at my age a chance just to be with a really good looking lady is not to be sniffed at and I may never have another chance, plus of course my own lady at home has not quite withdrawn sex completely but it`s a near thing with her medications so my balls get a tinge of blue now.