There, before me, stood Jackie. Yeah, Jackie of Bonnie and Jackie. Jackie, the lesser bitch.I swear, a red haze seemed to cloud my vision. I couldn't ...elieve that this piece of shit would have to balls to confront me. What did she want now? to poison my drink, perhaps? - to finish the job?"Please, Max. Don't explode. Please, just let me talk to you for a few minutes. I know that you have every right to hate me, but just give me a few minutes. I'm begging you, Max." I saw the tears in her eyes. Momma had huge breasts and mine while not monsters like her, were exceptionally large and out of proportion with my petite frame. No more driving two hours into the big city and two hours back to get bras for us, or ordering and waiting three months for something that might not even fit.It was a dream job. The clientle were predominantly women on their own, or couples and the occasional bashful man looking for something for his girlfriend, or possibly himself. Who am I to judge? It was a. He was so gentle and I could tell that it was important to him that I enjoy what we were doing. I suddenly understood that for some reason I mattered to him.I pulled his head up and started kissing him again. I pulled him on top of me and grabbed his dick. My pussy was so wet I had no trouble fitting the head of his member inside of me. He pushed and I pushed back at him until my pubic bones were touching his and his balls rested against my ass. Then we started fucking in earnest. I just lost. You're a great one for blowing off things like that — saying 'it isn't that important', when it really is. I guess it's just that suddenly I feel a little strange. You've got Will and Saul, Sigrid has Tom, Heather has Alex..." And you haven't got anyone? You've got us all, Mary." Yes, and I know it and I feel the love you give me. But..." But you're missing something." I guess." I'll bet I know what happened, Mary. Can't you see?" I looked at her face. "No, I guess not. Looks like we're each.