The two pieces that covered her tits were made for much smaller mammaries than Mrs. Correlli's, and the result was that half of each globe was bulging...out of its pocket. The legs of the outfit were very short, elasticized and leaving only a narrow strip to cover the voluptuous lady's "private parts." A little line of light hair ran a few inches down each inner thigh from the more abundant patch that must be inside. Brad had to struggle to keep from staring. There was so much of her to see that. We flew home and were very glad to arrive.An Ambulance took me home from the Airport and the drivers managed to carry me upstairs to my room. I thanked them for all their help.Ron followed them downstairs and got all instructions for my care. He also called our local Doctor and got him to come and see me. After the doctor left a little while later, Ron told me that he was going to do some shopping and get some medications for me. “Is there anything you need while I am out” he asked. “No thanks. Em instinctively reached to her side, finding nothing but a small clutch with nothing but makeup inside.“Look, Robert, this is a bad time. We’ll talk when we have more—”“She’s not playing me again.” He continued to approach, matching their pace. His eyes gleamed with a dark anger, his pupils about two times too large. “It’s payback time!”The temperature was warm, it was L.A. after all, so it was in the mid-sixties even in winter, otherwise a beautiful night. But Em didn’t like the black leather. She just pushed it down the length of her pussy, her perineum and ass resting along the broad blade of his lunging cock.She looked down and pulled up her kurta so she could see clearly. There in the dark area under them, she could see by the lights of passing streetlamps, his glistening cockhead just below her pussy. The angle was impossible; cock and cunt were parallel to each other and he could not enter her.She smiled in triumph at having averted complete disaster. As a fall back she thought.