...I read my book, a dirty novel, which got me a little excited, and the movement of the train made it more difficult to ignore the fact my pussy was ...etting hotter and wetter. I shuffled in my seat the press my knickers harder up against my clit, creating a friction that made me hotter and more slippery. I brushed my fingers over my nipples, spread my legs a little and shut my eyes to bring up images that would suit my mood.As I lay back, I must have dozed off as I woke up when the train hit a. I said, ‘Yeah I think so.’ Mom said, ‘It’s about time, you know how long she’s waited for you.’ ‘Yes she told me.’ ‘You don’t know the times she’s come over and cried on my shoulder. She said never to say anything to you that you would have to find it out for yourself.’ I put the El Camino in the garage and started loading my Chevy pickup. My extra clothing, some bedding and food and the gear I didn’t have at claim. Di was helping me load the things in between some serious kissing. I finally. Atkins had mestanding while he examined my chest again, using a marking pen to outlinewhere his work would be done. He explained the procedure thoroughly to meand said that Dr. Dane would be handling the anesthesia and assistinghim. Miss Maddy had told me that Dr. Atkins was known to be one of thebest "breast men" in the city and that I was in very good hands.The Dr. also explained he would be placing the implants from the sidethrough my armpit so no scars wouldn't show after healing. He said. I noticed his legs where wide apart and he was slouched, but I didn't need to be close to see the bulge through his jeans, he grabbed me by the hips and I straddled him on the sofa, he gently pushed up and pulled my down in the same motion, Joe started to kiss my neck and little warm licks every now and then, my nipples pinged as he unbuttoned my shirt each button slower and slower until it was opened fully and my bra on show, he moved his kisses lower to my chest and I was grinding down on.