I seemed able to work some of the kinks out of Tim’s back and neck with some strong hand message. At the same time my bra, which by this time was so...ked, began biting into my flesh and chafing.“Owww” I grunted as I messaged his back.“What’s wrong Mom?” Tim asked from over his shoulder.“Oh, it’s this damn bra. It’s really rubbing me the wrong way.” I explained.“Why don’t you take it off?” he asked.“What??” I asked, not sure I heard him right.“Take it off. I won’t look, I have my back to you. " No no, if we just cut down your portions a bit, and you stop drinkingsoda, that should do it. Also I was thinking we might try a corset.Nothing too constricting, just to pinch your tummy, it should actuallymake the diet a little easier." I guess I could do that. Is this going somewhere?" Well I did have another little idea..." I'm almost afraid to ask..." I was thinking as part of slimming down you should change how youworkout. Stick to aerobics and cut out anything upper body. The upperbody. I then spied my spilled ice cup on the stone and cement floor of my gazebo. I knew what I wanted. Kicking my shorts off the rest of the way, I abandoned the bench that I was reclining on and splayed out on the floor. I grabbed one of the cubes that remained inside of the cup and pulled my crop top all the way up. Running the ice all over my nipples while I fingered myself hard and deep, my back arched to meet the freezing sensation over my now dirty and sweaty body. I kept up the pace with my. We need to stop for a while and just... Hold each other." Mmm," she said. "Yeah." I wish we had time," he murmured. "I just..." I know," she said. "But, if we started, we'd still be here in three hours." She must have sensed his mood—that was just what he was thinking of. "And, we have... A deadline." Right," he grumbled. "A line that, if we cross, we're dead." No," she said. "We're going to win. We have... We're so much in the right, we have so many supporters, there's no way..." No, I know.