I love your office skirts and your legs and heels and… er… your… er… bottom."“Bottom?”“Your bottom Auntie… you know… your bottom.”...��Oh, MY bottom.”“Oh yes, Auntie. Yes, your… bottom… oh, my god… yes, your bottom, your ass, your skirted ass. When I look at your ass in your tight office skirts, it gives me an instant erection. Your skirts hug the curves of your ass and stretch tight across your cheeks… and… your ass moves under your skirts and your skirts move around your hips and legs…”He became. What I do know was these incidents scared her early sex life and it took many years before she became comfortable with her own body, especial with her large 'D' cup tits. What I could glean from her occasional drunken outbursts I have written down below. I do know that once she was comfortable with her shape she would get a big kick out of being forced in to some sexual act and these early bad experience may or may not explain this.I was a late developer I suppose; most of the girls in my class. My name's Alex."I smiled."I'm Emma." I said, "And its nice to meet you.."As we exchanged a glance, he read my signals correctly and wasn't shy about coming forward."Would you like another drink, Emma?" Yes please."I said warmly.He got another drink and we sat together, he told me a bit about himself. He had just come through a divorce. It was a clean break and there were no kids in the marriage. It had been a case of meeting his wife too young and getting older and finding out they had nothing. His speaking seemed to be limited to three word sentences punctuated by a blink. As his records showed that he was considered to be in the lowest intellect percentile to begin with, they flagged him as non-recoverable and sent him back to Earth for reassignment to menial labor. Grenville’s days as a soldier were finally over. Part II The case worker who processed Grenville when he arrived back on Earth looked up at the big man sitting calmly in the chair across his desk. The scars of.