Fortunately, Graham, a real bore of a man that I work with, interrupted us and I made my excuses and headed for the loo.Our host’s house was immacul...te, to say the least. Everything was in the right place. There was no clutter, no animal fur or hair, no unwashed dishes containing curry from the night before, no dirty handprints – not like my house at all. It was pristine. Immaculate. It probably came with its own maid service, knowing Jerry.I found myself seeking out the downstairs loo and as. I am not even talking to the so called wife anymore, she does her thing and I do mine, going to work, biking and playing piano.Saturday morning and the temp is forty five, the phone rang. Andrea wants to know if I'd like her glasses to get steamed up in her bra during the ride so I could clean them after. I have no problem with that.I get on some biker clothes, do a pre-ride and head over to Andrea's with a few nice pair of half-glasses, a silver pair of half-rounds and a gold pair of. "We gotta hurry Jenny. Daddy doesn't like to wait." She grabbed her hand and they headed out into the parking lot. She was somewhat relieved that the Caravan wasn't there. They sat down on a bench near the curb, watching other girls being picked up. "Are you sure your Daddy will take me?" asked Jenny suddenly focusing on her friends barely clad body. Mindy found her friends wording somewhat naughty for some reason. "It's no big deal . . . he's taken you home before," said Mindy looking at her. She startled to fondle my new breastsplayfully."This surgical glue is very strong stuff." She laughed. "And I thinkyou'll find that we now have very similar chests. In fact, why don't youtry on my bra?"With that, Danielle took her bra off and put it on me. Sure enough, my newchest filled out the bra rather well. I heard a click as she locked the braclasp in the back with some sort of lock.Ronald and Danielle were working like a well-oiled machine. Whatever thescheme, it had been planned.