Now have you decided what size tits you want?" Don't be vulgar Cheryl," my mother said as she opened the front door."I'm not being vulgar. We're all g...rls here. Tits are tits," my Aunt toldmy mother."Honey," my mother said to me. "Don't pick up any of your Aunt's badhabits. They're called breasts and any one that calls them tits has agarbage can for a mouth." I swear your mother can be such a prude at times Sara," my aunt told me.Then both my mother and my Aunt burst out laughing like she had. We found a table for two, grabbed a couple of drinks, sat and talked. I related my tale of woe and she filled me in on her situation. It seems, her husband of some thirty years had died a couple of years back. I sensed a reluctance to continue so I changed the subject. The DJ had been playing songs from the early to mid-sixties, and the strains of Bobby Vinton’s ‘Blue Velvet’ could be heard. “This song always reminds me of you.” I said. “Really? Why?’ “Do you remember the freshman dance I asked. I brought lunch and dinner from shop for her and me.As i get bored i went to bed at 8. And found that she way moaning with tears in her eyes. On seeing me she replied its paining a lot rajesh i requested her to come to hospital she said not in this time we cam go in morning. She was crying for more than half an hour. I had an idea i said i will massage her and said i know some basic about massaging(lie). She said ok i brought coconut oil and kept near the table and started massaging her over. The salesman looked at Phil, his expression that of a deer in headlights, mutely asking for permission. Amused, Phil nodded.Hands shaking, the salesman attached the leash to Sue's collar. The handle smacked her in the ass as he let it go.Sue grinned. "Thank you, you've been perfectly lovely." she said. She leaned forward and kissed the startled man on the cheek. Leash dangling, handle slapping her ass as she walked, they strolled through the store. Phil picked up a toy bone and a water bowl.Sue.