He smiled. "I can check it if you want me to?" Well, maybe he was a doctor or something, I thought. And bruises really can't be ignored. They can lead...to all sorts of medical problems. I shrugged, turned my back to him, and raised my skirts. "See anything?" "Yep," he said. "You've got a bruise right here." He poked my ass cheek with his finger. "Oh, and another here." He poked me again. "Don't worry, though; I know how to take care of booboos." I thought he was making fun of me, but then he. “Oh my God!” Ann breathed. I turned to her then and ran my hand up under her blouse. She’d been doing housework in a tank top with no bra and her 36C tits were warm to the touch. “Just think, baby… Our son may have jerked off to your photos,” I said quietly. “God!” she wheezed, as I fondled her breast, feeling her nipple responding. “Are there any more photos of Megan on here?” Ann asked. “I don’t know, but I’ll look. He may have posted her in other groups, too. But right now I’m going to. Yes, they had definitely gone from bug bites to the smallest of mounds. My mind flickered in the image of my daughter’s valley of exposed cleavage. Could there be a connection? Just as quickly as it came into my head, I pushed that idea out. How silly! I must be gaining some weight overall. I had been eating pretty poorly recently. I certainly seemed to still be my usual slim self just from looking down, but what else would explain breast growth at 33? Feeling better about it, I giggled again. " Ah," Theresa said. "I don't suppose you have some marigolds I can wearthen?"***********************************************************************Anwyn had been making a start on the pile of laundry in the spare roomwhere Claire knocked on the front door. Anthony answered the door andhad welcomed her into the house. Once Anthony had discovered she hadcome to see Anwyn he'd called her down from upstairs and volunteered tomake the teas and coffees. Claire found that it was a bit hard talkingto.