I needed more than just filled; I wanted stuffed. I opened my eyes to the beige shower walls. This was silly. I should just wash my hair and finish m... shower. I opened the shampoo and poured some in my hair, returning to my aborted task of lathering myself. My arms touched the swells of my breasts as I scrubbed and the friction kept my nipples heated. They were standing proud and sharp. It didn't take me long to abandon the scrubbing and start rinsing again. I cupped my breasts as the water. She sat back and rubbed her temples, trying to ease the headache she was developing. Never, in her entire life, had she worked so hard as she had over the past six weeks. She had put in nineteen hour days, with almost no breaks except for food, the bathroom, and naps.Alex looked over her shoulder at the computer screen. When the hour glass icon disappeared, he said, “You’re done.”“Yes, I am.”“With the papers, too?”“Yes,” she answered.She had written three different papers on various aspects of. I was still wrestling with myself when my angel pulled into a driveway in front of a big brick and wood house. I shook my head. When had she become 'my angel?' I need to get a hold of myself. Forcing my eyes away from her thighs, I looked at the house. Very classy looking.When Gretchen unlocked the door and showed me inside, I was impressed. Tasteful elegance colored everything from the furniture to the artwork displayed on the walls. The subdued, clean and simple look spoke of a great deal of. So, he was very much engaged to her last night, when he made love to me in the top of the barn. Ronnie asked Jim to explain it all to me, so I wouldn’t be upset, but I was upset. I had loved Ronnie for years. Surely he had known this. He might have been exiled from my family’s affairs for a while, but surely he could have come to things at my grandparents’ place, and seen me in between. I waited for him, why couldn’t he wait for me? I said some of these objections out loud, I guess,.