She was short and squat with big big tits,- big and round, like melons not g****fruit, and not watermelons either - they were heavy but very round, ea...h one about the size and shape of a basketball; she had a strong squat body, very heavily corseted (you could see the whale-bone reinforcing running down from her waist, and feel the stiffness of the heavy, old-fashioned corset whenever you managed to 'accidentally' bump against her. Her skirt was a quite long burgundy material of some light. That’s weird,’ she thought while wiping her fingers with her drink napkin, ‘nothing like that ever happened before, not after just two drinks.’ Her wrinkled brow reflected her desperate attempt to stay focused while tapping nervously on the table with her straw. She was unconsciously fighting to keep her eyes and head from nodding when suddenly from over her shoulder came a familiar, but unexpected voice. ‘Hello Millie, mind if I sit down?’ Jumping in surprise, the red head squealed before. We decided to meet back at his studio- we didnt want him to be alone. We went by the liquor store to pick up a bottle of whisky. My wife was already pretty tipsy from the beers at dinner, so it was going to be a wild night. In the car she was just furious- she had never liked Jims wife , and the stories he told at dinner really set her off. She spent the whole trip back talking about what a bitch his wife was. I figured it would be a sorry night of drinking and complaining, but misery loves. She set it down on the table near their guest, took her glass of wine, and sat down near Kevin. The trio talked for almost thirty minutes about work and sports before Clay winked at Shelby and said to Kevin, “Shelby and I have been talking about something, and I’d like to have your opinion.”“I don’t know much about anything, but I’m always glad to give my opinion,” Kevin laughed.“Honey, I want you to stand up in front of Kevin.”Shelby put down her glass and stood to face their friend.“We’ve.