Then at once he would take up the story again, as schoolboys do when parsing and analyzing a passage, in which each expression is carefully sifted, ea...h period discussed, each sentence reduced to its essential value.Hours and hours passed. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, he gave a start. He took out his watch. By the light of his electric lamp he saw that it was seventeen minutes to twelve."So at seventeen minutes to twelve at night," he said, "I fathomed the mystery."He tried to control. I didn't handle it well.I stormed out, and went to a coffee shop to get my head together. To myamazement, one of my old classmates, Mark Carpenter was there, and before Iknew it, I was crying on his shoulder, and telling him what had happened.He helped me reach a peace with my former boyfriend who started living as awoman full time, and thanks to Mark we actually parted friends.A few months later I moved in with Mark, married him, and things started togo our way right away. He had been a bit of. I looked down to see my nipples standing straight out, hard as I've ever felt them. I had been squirming on my chair, and I could smell myself. I'd have to wash that cushion soon. Serves me right for sitting down naked. I left the computer open, and wandered to the bedroom, trying to remember where I'd stashed BOB, and if the batteries were still good.An hour and three orgasms later, I was finally able to answer him.Stumpy, darling,How sweet you are. I don't have a bustier(yet), but I do have. We started talking about general things in life about my and her job and life and how things are moving in her life and how she is lonely and thinks her son should come to India. Meanwhile we had couple of more rounds of whiskey and now I can clearly see her eyes turning red due to alcohol and the fire which was burning inside her . Her tits were shinning from her gown and i can see her erect nipples from there. I sat still on the sofa and tried avoiding to look over there but by now alcohol.