Gone was the dressing gown and in its place was an amazing dark red silk basque which only just managed to constrain her large bursting titties which ...ooked about ready to pop out over the top. It nipped in at her waist to what seemed to be an impossibly narrow point but accentuated her wonderful hour glass figure and she wore a black silk thong which barely covered her obviously shaven but very smooth minge whilst at the same time accentuating he womanly hips and gently sloping thighs . Her. ” She pouted.“True.”“How much longer until I can be in the Sun anyway?” She asked.“I don’t know. It really just depends on how much you feed. By the way, have you eaten today?” I asked.“You mean, drank that fucking sticky shit? Yeah I had a little bit. It’s really fucking gross.” Kayla wrinkled her nose.“Yeah, I know.” I nodded.“How long did it take you?” She asked.“Months. Almost a year to be out for any real length of time. I also fed a LOT. “ I said, trying to think back. It had been a. I really wasn’t coping, I was being given support, but by Easter I had just about had enough and told the school that I would be leaving at the end of the summer term. They weren’t surprised; the place had the same attrition rate on young people as a war zone. My girlfriend, who was also a teacher, but in a much nicer school, announced that she no longer wanted our relationship to continue. The stress of teaching in that place had made me very difficult to get on with; I was drinking heavily,. But these are just the shape of her breasts. Watch yourself. See? She didn’t look like this. The place she posed must have been warm. Now, let’s get these off.”“But you’re still dressed.”“And look the better for it -- not good but better. You, on the other hand ... Beautiful and sexy -- rising out of your panties and jeans as if from sea foam.”“Only beautiful in your eyes. Only sexy in your hands.”“I saw you in the lecture hall. The boys weren’t ignoring you. Come! Lie down, and I’ll strip and.