Connie Gordon was standing in the middle of the room looking across to where Uncle Nat lay sprawled half-naked on the bed. She was wearing a black lac... bra and bikini-style panties to match, and her lithe body was moving in a slow, undulating dance. She didn't look much over twenty-four or five and her figure was everything I hoped mine would be some day. I watched her close her eyes and wet her lips as she moved closer to the bed. Uncle Nat's uncircumcised cock was heavy with blood and the. Since they had married five months ago and moved away from her family in Salt Lake City, things hadn't been as bright for them as they had hoped. Back home she was accustomed to attending a large church and socializing with family friends at church events.Since they had moved here she had not met any other young women that she had anything in common with. Most of Lanny's friends just wanted to drink beer and party. His men friends always seemed to be leering at her. They were constantly. The guy jerked his head in surprise and then turned and the couple disappeared. ‘Who were you waving to?’ Douglas asked casually. ‘An assistant at a dress store I favor, Sara Potts,’ Charmaine lied with ease. She’d always been a creative thinker. ‘She just went out with a guy that I doubt is her husband.’ ‘Perhaps you ought to frequent dress stores with more reputable assistants?’ ‘Moral reputation has no relationship with being remembered, what your dress size is and what new lines are in. I'd like to see your breasts again." Uhm... Why? Besides the obvious I mean." This morning when I woke you up? I could have sworn... Never mind." What? Tell me." I just thought they looked... bigger, that's all." What, from a week ago?" Well, yeah. I mean, you know you're at the age where they can do that kind of thing. Does your bra feel... tighter than it used to?" Now that you mention it... I does feel a little... tighter," she said, moving her hands to feel her breasts through her shirt and.