Then she told she can not date due to her son. And her son gets nuts if she hires a sitter. So she is basically tied to the house and him for the rest...of her life. Then she ask if I could come in the house when I got her home. She needed to get me some cash for the trip. When we got there she put her son in the bed room and gave him a snack. She put on the TV and closed the door. Then she ask me if I would mind just giving her a toss in the bed before I left. Its had been nearly three years and. . ?I pulled my hand from Sherry's legs and looked at the cheerleader with concern."Sherry, are you pregnant?" I asked.Sherry shook her head. "No. I'm still... I mean... I never..." But your breast..."Sherry sighed. "It happens. The first time it happened, I was really worried. I cut school that day and went to the clinic. Fortunately, the doctor there was a woman, and when I told her what happened, she told me it was rare, but not abnormal. She did run some tests to make sure there wasn't. God, he looked more nervous than me. He was sweating bullets, rocking back and forth on his heels. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Relax, Jon. It happens or it doesn't. If this turns out to be a flop, we'll retreat, and try again later. I'm in it for the long-haul." I don't get it," he said. "We've tried everything, counselors, therapists, drugs, group, none of it has helped much. Then out of the blue, you're here. I don't get it." I suspect everything else did work, at least some. It's been a. I thought she must be upstairs putting the ironing away, so I placed my foot on the bottom step I noticed tonight’s newspaper on it but placed on top was a photograph. I picked it up and whoa!!! It was a beautiful photograph of Claire’s breasts.When I was able to tear my eyes away from the beautiful sight! I realised the entire staircase was covered in surprises. Right above the photo of her beautiful breasts was a photo of Claire wearing my favourite pair of her bikini bottoms, she looks on.