The timeline told me that it had been a couple of months before my own injury, but I still had no memory of it. His recovery had been about the same a...ount of time as mine had been, but he needed a year of prep school to be accepted at Purdue so he was a freshman. He hadn't chosen a major yet, but was thinking along the lines of teaching math or science. The new guy, Dominic Sanchez, had been in the Third Marines. He was a short fireplug with a deep gravelly voice, a jarhead through and. After we were married for a year I won a bet and she had to go out for the next month to the club in her shortest dresses and no undies. My wife always like to drink a blot and as we were married longer she would drink more and more when we went out each week. The first three weeks I took my wife out dancing and she had to wear no undergarments, everything went fine. Towards the end of each night she would be so drunk I would usually have to get someone to help me take her out to the car. Then. " A few days after that, she swapped her mid-calf length dresses for miniskirts and thin, cotton blouses. Not long after that, she stopped wearing bras. I remember thinking the first morning she came down to breakfast without a bra that she had never looked more beautiful or as sexy. At forty-something, she had a body that most twenty-year old girls would kill for. That morning changed our lives together forever.As we sat across the table from one another that morning, I couldn't take my eyes. She was both excited and nervous about it. She hoped that Bret wouldn’t be upset or think it was too kinky for him to accept. Besides, they had already talked about these fantasies. Ally grabbed two coffees and sipped on hers as she waited for Kyra. Ally saw her as she entered the food court. Her petite body looked amazing in her tight yoga pants and hoodie. Kyra spotted Ally at the table and headed towards her.“I got you a coffee, Hun.”“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that. I’m glad you.