The story starts on a hot July day in 1998, it was about 91 degrees fahrenheit or 33 degrees celsius. After finishing cleaning around her house Paula ...alks into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of coke, then walks over the lounge room and takes a rest on the sofa. As it's lunch time, Paula decides to satisfy her huge appetite by ordering a home delivered pizza from the local pizza shop and orders a family size Hawaiian. While sitting on the sofa, Paula starts to feel an urge to rub her fat. I managed to maneuver to Brian’s side as we were boarding. Leading the way he was about to enter one of the rows near the front of the first class cabin when I firmly nudged him and whispered, “The last row.”Taking the not so gentle hint he stopped at the last row in first class and allowed me to go into the row to sit in the window seat.As he started to put his coat in the over-head compartment I suggested he keep it with him, “You might get cold during the flight,” I suggested.“No. I’ll be. He moved to the head of the table and began the massage strokes he did before; first across the top of her chest then down the side of her arms and down across the front of her stomach. She wondered if he was going to go further and she thought, "I don't know if I have the energy to stop him."He came back up after the first pass but spent a little more time around Nicole's breasts, and covered a larger part of the side. He massages under her breasts and up into her cleavage. This felt good to. Thomas on a few occasions but had never been introduced as up until then I'd been a little down the food chain. Too far down it seemed for Mrs. Thomas' taste.Her opening words set the tone for the meeting. "Why him? Are you pregnant? If you are then we will still stand by you; you don't have to marry him."This was obviously addressed to Amanda.Amanda laughed. "No Mother, I am not pregnant. I chose David because he asked."Not the ideal reason for getting married I thought, nor the one you want.