It caused an exciting stir usually reserved for my husband. Could I really be getting hot for a man I hadn’t even seen yet? Th... morning was either dragging or going by to fast depending how my nerves were doing, to fast because I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, and to slow because I wanted to meet Matt face to face. At the appointed time he showed up at the office and called from the front to let me know he had arrived. I grabbed my coat and purse, heading. She wanted to be that girl.That night, she went home and jilled herself to sleep, fantasizing about being raped in Pioneer Park, about being used by gangs and drug dealers, about being fucked beyond the limits of her body.The thought wouldn't go away. She spent a week secretly touching herself at work and at home, but the rape fantasies were only getting hotter. She couldn't concentrate on anything.Friday, she went out and picked up a guy at a bar. They fucked. He fell asleep. She was bored.. "It's not that late. A short walk before bedtime will do all of us good."Jeff brought the outside lights up, spoke to Security on his radio for a moment, then guided the visitors out the back. "That way," he said, nodding at the cleared vehicle path toward the invisible ship.A look passed between Van and his wife, but they said nothing. Connie and Denise, with their arms around Jeremy, walked on behind the others, all three wondering. Jeff had mentioned the Ship to them, but they hadn't seen. Right now, I'm a medium B cup. I think a D cup would be too much, don't you?" Come here a minute?" I asked.She acquiesced and sat on the edge of my bed."No, face me?" I asked sitting up.She did. I could get one hand to one breast but not the second. "Straddle me, Mom?" to which she did rather quickly. After she was settled astride me, I put a hand on each breast. After a minute of so of squeezing and jiggling, I asked, "Has Michael complained about these at all?" No, I just always wanted bigger.