"Underneath these nailextensions they are still my fingers," I tell myself. "Yes they lookdifferent but that is because I shaved all my hair off my h...nds andarms. They are still my hands and arms."My corset holds my stomach in and emphasizes my breasts, which are now a38C thanks to the pills Christine gives me. "The straps? They aretight on my shoulders, that's a change isn't it? Wait a minute I didn'tused to wear a corset at all did I? Did I wear a bra before I wore acorset or a corset. There was a huge explosion and something landed on top of me. I don’t know what it was, but I could not breathe. My breath was knocked out of me. I heard several screams and one of the soldiers fired at the plane. Then there was only silence. Fru Vorstett screamed. ‘Lars! Lars!’ She cried out. Dreng came over to where I was and the weight was pulled off from me. I was stunned. He knelt down and lifted my face. ‘Aase?’ He asked softly. ‘Ja.’ I said. I opened my eyes. ‘You will live.’ Dreng said. It was about a week after my wife had left me. He said, “My wife wants you to fuck her brains out. I’m cool with it so feel free to help me wear her out. Maybe with the two of us fucking her she will finally get enough.”Stunned, I asked, “Are you serious? Trish is a knock out.”He smiled and said, “I know! I’m married to her and I want her to be happy. Apparently fucking you will make her happy.”I did not have to think about it at all, I said, “Okay!”He asked, “So when can you start?”I said,. His tongue worked at his lips and his knuckles whitened as he clenched and unclenched his fists."Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone jugs!" Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and pulling it outward a little to see it.