How it had gotten mixed in with her maternityblouses she did not know, but she did know that not only was ittransparent, she had bought it when she wa... a C cup. As Ken's breastswere now mostly filled with milk, he was closer to an E cup and theblouse strained to contain his bra. The blouse was stretched so tightlyacross the bra that the pattern of the lace became a pattern on thesurface of the blouse itself. Even with his bra cups properly buttoned,Marla could clearly see Ken's dark areola. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He realized that screaming wasn’t going to get them anywhere. He needed to calm down. He was angry at Reina for falsely accusing him of being unfaithful. A year ago, he’d have said, “Fuck it!” and would have taken her home.But things were different now. HE was different now. They had built a life together, based on trust and love, and he’d be damned if he would let her push him away now.“Look, before you say another word, please let me talk,” Chad. Then Hoan Vegars showed up. He was wearing a brown western hat, a western shirt, a Confederate Flag bolo tie, and a pair of Wrangler jeans with a brown western style belt that had a Montana Silversmiths belt buckle. This belt buckle was mostly silver, but had some gold, most noticeably the gold cross in the center. Hoan was also wearing brown leathern Nocona western boots. Hoan was holding a Mossberg Silver Reserve II Side by Side Double Barreled Shotgun. This particular shotgun was chambered. ” Jill replied seductively.Jennifer sucked in a breath. Jill reached out of the window and grabbed the front of Jennifer’s sports bra and pulled her down. Jennifer did not resist as she pressed her mouth against the blonds.“It’s getting tight in here, but I think there’s room for a third.” Jill said with a grin, releasing Jennifer’s bra and opening the door. Jennifer slowly crawled in and shut the door behind her. Jill and I scooted back against the other door as far as we could to make room.