It does gall you a bit, however, that your most prominent feature has been paid for by your idiot ex-husband. In college you rocked almost a C cup, bu... at the insistence of the idiot you had yourself "augmented" as the doctors put it."At least their still firm." You think as you gently lift the underside of your breasts. Ever since the surgery they have been very sensitive and you cannot help but give a faint moan as you begin to fondle yourself. The idiot as a person you certainly don't miss,. "Come on," she called. "Come on out here. It's not that deep! You justfloat with the waves." I clung to the waist deep water, where I got pounded and knocked down bythe waves over and over. But it was better than drowning, or gettingeaten by sharks. Feeling refreshed, her hair dripping, she emerged from the water likeAphrodite on a half shell... or maybe more like a James Bond girl in ahot orange bikini... with curvaceous hips and a pair of single scoop icecream cup sized breasts. "That was. "We've both worked enough for one day... besides, your little kitten wants to play with the cat-nip!"She gently pressed him away, pleased with her cute word-teasing statement, the undeniable thrills of heated anticipation growing provocatively down between her thighs. God, she was getting wet there! The narrow strip of her sheer, nylon panties actually felt soaked as it brushed against the puffy softness of her curl-fringed vaginal lips.She stood and he slowly, did the same, his hands never. I was pleased to see this skinsuit fit my frame snugly, making its minimal environmental-protection effective. With a limited, internal oxygen system, the suit gave me a chance in any decompression emergency. Clan trained crews almost always wear skinsuits while on duty, a tradition not shared by all members of the space going fraternity.Most mainstream spacers only wear uniforms, which is more convenient. It's not like decompression is very common. Fleet trained personnel wear them on duty in.