.Somehow my breasts start to swell; I am already an E-cup, now they look HUGE. I give up trying to wear bras, they are too confining and the feel of t...eir material rubbing against my skin makes me orgasm during the day, which is embarrassing! I have to use tops of the sheerest materials or else I just go crazy with horniness at the simple touch of the material to my boobs.Today I did a bra fitting and found out I am a F-cup now. The other girls I've seen in the flu shot booth also look bigger. I don't know if you know it. Its a corner bar inthe village tricked out like a seventies disco bar. Im sure if you saw itin daylight hours it wouldnt amount to much, cheap decor with lots ofmirrors and low ceilings. Expenditure calculated to a tee against income.We had discussed my costume that evening, pantyhose and a very shortlurex dress. Something as cheap as the venue. The idea was some wouldpity me and some would envy me the latter camp being the dumbest peoplethere. How do you feel. When we clocked out later that day she asked me if I wanted to go to a bar and have a drink or two. I decided it couldn't hurt so we settled on a nearby bar called Granite City. We got there and I offered to buy the first round. She said that she'd probably only have one.Half an hour later I was still on my first bud light and she was on her third long island iced tea. About half way in to her fourth she started talking about her ex- boyfriend."Mark was such an asshole. Do you know why we broke. She none-too-gently encircled my face in her hot, hard thighs and locked her ankles, pulling my face into her moist pussy enclosed in a white panty, little tufts of hair exploding out the sides.“Smell that pussy, stud,” she hissed, throbbing her thighs on me, making me moan in pain. “Hope you don’t mind the aroma!”“He LOVES the aroma!” Beth laughed, sitting down next to Susan and watching with wide-eyed astonishment as her best friend’s thighs chewed at my face and she ground her sweaty pussy.