However fate always seems to play a part in these kinds of relationships as to how people meet, get married and all of the things that a normal marrie... couple, (Normal being the key word here) would do! She do to her educational commitments and him leaving to attend a different college had broken apart, what might have been! Not long after this she met her husband to be, and the rest so they say is history. Her dull sex life and seemingly disinterested husband had only helped produced some. I did like the outfit, however. I thought that it lookedquite sharp.I was about to call it a day when Jenny called for me to hold one for asecond. She came back carrying a pink dress. The same pink dress thathad been borrowed from Miranda. I beamed with delight."I'm glad I found this. You seem happy, too."It was impossible to hide my pleasure, so I didn't bother trying. Iblushed and ran away to the sanctuary of the changing room. Iabsolutely loved this pink dress. I definitely needed to add it. She was wearing one of those cotton stretch bras without hooks. She pulled it around and lifted it off her breasts and let them fall free. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her breasts since she had started high school. They were perfect: conical, full and alabaster white where the tan lines stopped. Her nipples were pink against the darker purple of her areolas. She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it onto her t-shirt. She just stood there and let me look.That did the trick. My cock. I was being given an exclusive. I was to be the first reporter aboard a ship going after the X Prize II. Mother told me that there were correspondents that would sell themselves into sexual slavery for the opportunity I was being given."Megan, you made it!" Jacob called out."I wouldn't have missed it for the world." I replied emphatically and with total honesty.Jacob laughed slightly. "This I believe." I've a question. Have you decided which station I'm going to broadcast to?" Not yet. I know a.