Now angela is in her early forties, and has had 2 c***dren,she had thick legs and a big ass that had a wobble to it when she walked. her tits were hug... easlily an e cup maybe bigger, and she had a pretty face and long blond hair.as we chatted she touched my leg a few times, and i cant say i didnt want to fuck her, but its one of those things you think wont happen, youl just dream about it.as we both head to our posts at work, she gives me a huge huge pushin her tits at my chin,id leant down. I could see the first evidence of her abuse; small, round, white scars on the tender skin of her inner thighs. A silk blouse was next, revealing more scars, some round, others straight lines. They were not glaringly obvious, but, none-the-less, they could not be ignored. She reached behind her to unhook her brassiere, let it slide down and off her arms. Pretty, small, symmetrical breasts, not quite a B cup, high on her chest, marred by more – many more – of those scars. Thumbs in the waist-band. I was 39 and needed a place to live. A friend of a friend said there was a room going in a 2 bedroom cottage right in the city of Adelaide. Turned out, I actually knew the girl that lived there, as I was involved in Theatre at the time, and often met Opera singers. It's a small sector in Adelaide, so even if I mention her first name, you would be able to find her, so let's call her Sue.The house was great. Right in town, it meant I could go to my favourite pub and walk home, and although there. He was told this store made custom fit clothes and now he knew why. Every area was measured to have a precise fit.She had just taken all his measurements except for his hip measurement. She was on her knees in front of him when she told him that, because of the bulge in his pants, she would not be able to get a good reading. "Well, what did she expect with the way she took measurements," he thought to himself. "What do you want me to do so we can get what you need?" he asked her."I have a way.