Just looking at you, I'm sure that you'llagree with your mother and I after you see what I have for you to wear.However, you'll have to trust me a lit...le, can you do that?" Yeah, I guess, why?" Come over here and take your blouse and bra off, and I'll show you."As soon as she said that I was sure that I knew what she was going todo, and I was right, but only half right. I saw the breast forms whenshe opened the boxes, flesh colored, maybe a bit darker than my own skintone. I assumed that they. Heaven knows what the people in the restaurant thought, we left our meal half-eaten, threw some money at the waitress and, hand in hand, raced out. We almost ran along the street and were both out of breath by the time we got to where she worked and I felt sure someone was going to know exactly what we were up to from just the look on our faces. But, being lunch-time and lucky, we met nobody in either the lift or the short corridor to her office, which I immediately found out adjoined her. Xavier had a feather in each hand, and he started with her wrists and worked his way down. Janet's breathing got faster. Slowly, the feathers worked their way down to her armpits. Janet gritted her teeth. This was oh so excruciating, and so very hot at the same time. A drop of moisture was between her legs, and Janet wished she could brush it away, because it tickled like mad. Xavier moved the feathers from her armpits and traced slow circles around her breasts. Must not move, thought Janet,. I would pop into the kitchen while she was cooking, just to make small talk and learn more about her.She was from a little place called Ashington in Newcastle (I loved her Geordie accent) she was an only c***d; her greatest loves in life were football and her Grandfather who she called Popsy.We spoke a lot about football and a little bit about Popsy, apparently I resembled Popsy quite a lot.Jack ate her meal and went to her room.I finished reading my book and went upstairs to fetch another. As.