"That's quite alright. I grew up around others like you." She said those last two words with a playful tone indicating a mock sarcasm. I relaxed.We th...n talked for what turned out to be an hour. We had a few common interests which I usually kept hidden until I became more comfortable with someone, but somehow, I was already that comfortable with her. I stopped myself in mid-conversation. "Bea, I find myself in dangerous territory." Is this an actual danger or metaphorical?" More metaphorical.". "Show me your knickers now sissy." She hissed.It was all too much for me and I was about to turn to run, to get out ofthere. But she could see what I was thinking, knew what I was going to doand she stopped me there her voice raised and sharp. It was all that wasneeded, I paused one second then she began a little lecture before Icould think to move."If you do not behave and do whatever you are told then I will tell mydaughter to finish it all and divorce you. Don't think that I won't dothat,. Ed sat on the sofa close, very close indeed to Alice, and tried to see if he could smell whiskey on her breath. He couldn't. There was only a sweet smell, like candied apples, and Ed decided she must be a vodka fiend. But it was difficult to think about anything now, with her being so close and acting the way she was."Martin..." she said slowly and her fingers were working at his jacket sleeve, compulsively, kneading almost like a cat as her big blue eyes looked deeply into his, seeming to. She turned towards me and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She was wearing a motherly white bra with tit flesh hanging out above and below her bra. Her tits were squished inside a 46 EE bra and losing the battle. She watched my expression and smiled as she reached behind to unhook her bra. I moved towards her but she shook her head no and held the now loose garment in front of her breasts. “Please wait,” she whispered. I nodded agreement and froze in place. She lowered the bra, exposing.