I immediately felt the "clump clump" of theslippers like when I was a kid playing around with my dad's slippers thennoticed they were now way too larg... for me! And I had to hold thewaistband of the pyjama bottoms up and the same as with the slippers theywere way to large and way too long for me now. I went back to the bedroomand sat on the bed wondering what to do. Then I noticed the open trunkbrimming with clothes. I found a women's pair of old fashioned pyjamasdone up in an ivory satin and a. I don't play kiss and tell." Oh, a gentleman," she said, coming to stand right in front of me with her hands on her hips, her big jugs pointed out at my ribs in her tight t-shirt. "And I suppose she told you to stay away from me."I smiled and nodded, and she jumped up, got her arms about my neck and kissed me open mouthed. Then she slid down to the floor, patted my bulging groin and said, "Good luck. That's how the others got fired."I left quickly, feeling sweat on my forehead, and went back to. ‘Wow! This is great, Mel. I love it!’ Turning back, she tracked his voice and found him standing by one of the large bookshelves, gingerly touching the delicate glass paperweight before him. His head swung towards her and they made eye contact. ‘He’s the same,’ she thought in wonder, the nerve endings between her legs wildly responsive. Un-fucking-believable. ‘Um, thanks. Thanks! Yes, look around, please tell me what you think,’ she babbled inanely. She watched Robin as he prattled on, picking. I managed to get my bra off and put it on the counter, hoping that Susan hadn’t seen my reaction to her breasts. I inspected my own in the mirror; full and round at the tops and sides, the extra weight made them sit a bit wider than Susan’s. My areolae are much bigger; smooth and brown and the size of a baby’s hand. I suppose I was so used to my own shape and color that Susan’s had caught me off-guard, but that difference made them seem exotic somehow; maybe forbidden. Looking at them gave me.