“What do you think of my tits? I like them a lot; I’m really proud of my tits.”“Sorry Johanna, I’m so sorry, that is - ah - that is so rude ...f me. I - I don’t know what came over me...”“I do,” she declared. “You’re divorced and you haven’t been laid in months.”I quickly took a gulp of my beer to save myself from having to confess that she was right about that.“You know, Mr. B,” she went on, “I had such a crush on you when I was a teenager.”“You did?”“Of course! A lot of the girls did. Specially. I think the hypnosis might actually be working for me though - ever since Don got home a few hours ago, I've felt almost giddy! He's so strong and manly! I keep finding myself tempted to press up against him, and run my fingers over his chest. It's like I'm in high school again flirting with a cute crush or something!"Amy felt a little twinge of jealousy at her friend's healthy love live, The idea of pressing herself into a strong, masculine man was filling her with an odd feeling, almost a. "Let's have a look at you then dear."Kerri stood up, turned around, and posed. She always made sure to keep her back perfectly straight, and her breasts stuck out provocatively in front."Yes, very lovely dear, but you're not holding yourself quite right, something to do with your hips, spread your legs dear."Kerri did as she was told and moved her feet apart, placing both her hands on her thin waist. I got hard again just watching my sister's sexy features move around before me, the cleft of. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian.We all came out waving little flags, and the friends that had come down, braving truly mountainous snowpiles, clapped and cheered and hugged us. My sister and her lover were there, and my David was there. We all hugged fiercely. I admit to letting a tear or two get squeezed.