"Thank you, Sir," she said as she sat down. I caught another glimpse down her dress as I helped her scoot in.I sat next to her and we ate. It always a...azes me that a meal that takes hours to prepare id demolished in the space of fifteen or twenty minutes. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Elaine looked at me and laughed. She patted my bulging belly and suggested I retire to the living room while she did the dishes. I insisted on helping her since I wanted to. I also figured I might get. She was living on the adrenalin from the applause. I wished her good luck and asked to call at each stop so I could keep track of where she was and how she was doing. She promised she would and we hung up on that note.Going home at the end of the day was the hardest part. Until the weekend arrived, I was alone in my apartment and really missing Fran. Was I in love? That's what it felt like. But what about Fran? She'd been affectionate and comfortable around me, but she gave me no sign that she. When all the walking and cycling she did as well was added in, as well as the occasional bit of aerobics, she was an exceedingly fit and strong woman. At just turned thirty five she still had a firm figure, smooth skin, slim waist, flat belly though the stretch marks from her two pregnancy's seemed very obvious to her, large flaring hips, and 36C breasts that barely sagged. Turning slightly, she could see that her buttocks were still firm, her thighs and legs still slim and firm. The hair on. Her breasts were not huge but they were of a good size and nicely shaped, tilting upwards quite cheekily, tipped with pink nipples and small light brown aureoles and sitting quite high on her chest. Rachel felt quite certain that she had nothing to worry about, breast-wise, as all her previous suitors had marvelled over them, praising profusely, when she had allowed them near. Her hips flared out to what she thought was just the right amount and the small swell of her tummy below her small.