I pulled off my dampt-shirt, still wet from all my sweating today. My skin that was visiblearound the ace bandages were all splotchy and raw from the ...eat andirritation. "Oh my God," I heard her say. I asked her if she was stillsure about this and she just nodded so I turned my back to her andstarted peeling off the bandages. I whimpered when the bandages came freeand blood started flowing freely into my breasts again, this hurts worsethan when I bind them."Are you ok?" she asked, concern. They were amused and I saw them laughing all the way back home.I was red with embarrassment but that day I shagged my balls out in the fantasy that Chandrika had fed me her breast milk.My longing for her breasts was fulfilled soon. This time it was Chandrika alone and I found that she was wary. She was nervous and I could see that. On her way back, as usual, I stalked her. I had plans to hold her breasts that day and I chose a lonely stretch of a road. I overtook her from the across the road,. It seemed a little deep for our first real conversation but that's about how I end up talking to everyone. The bill comes and I see terror flash across her face. She starts going through her purse and feeling all her jacket pockets. She forgot her wallet. I told her to calm down and that I'd pick it up. No biggie, I was a real saver when it came to money. She apologizes over and over even on our way out to the car. I tell her it's fine and that I don't mind. She insists on doing something again. I have to work the late shift that day, but we’ll close early on New Years Eve.’ Ginny was counting on her fingers. The twenty-third and the twenty-ninth would be travel days, but it would leave five full days for us to spend at her brother’s house. She tackled me, and wrestled me to the bed. ‘You make me very happy,’ she said, kissing me on the lips, the forehead, and back to my lips. If I hadn’t stuffed myself with turkey and pumpkin pie, I would have turned her over and made love right.