I took my time in the bath, shaved my legs, and scrubbed my skin leaving it to feel silky smooth. I took extra time to apply my make-up, straightened ...y hair and pulled on my denim shorts, a black lace bra and a black tank top, slid on my comfy flip-flops and headed out the door. After grabbing some breakfast and window shopping, I headed to the movie theater. It had been so long since I had taken the time to go and being so early in the day there weren’t many people there. I figured I would go. "There's a French movie on at the Bijou," Sophie suggested."Gosh, look at the time. We'll need to hurry to get back to the office." Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. "Come on," and taking Yvonne's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and tables, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie take her hand to lead her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like. She had HUGE breasts but dressed so conservatively that she seemed as modest about them as her massive size would allow. Our conversation was always about family and other family friendly, polite things. That all changed one day when I saw her observing the security guard staring at her breasts. She noticed that I noticed him doing it and we had a good laugh. She said "I did not think you noticed I was busty" and I kind of laughed and blushed at the same time because it caught me off guard. After staring at the book for a moment, knowing it to be the source of his dream, he swore, “Fuck, that was horrible.”After a minute spent recovering further, he became aware of groans coming from Bill’s room. He knew that Bill was in the midst of a bad dream and went to the room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he shook Bill awake while he said, “Wake up. It’s just a bad dream.”Bill came awake, his eyes opened wide in horror at the dream. Frantic, he looked over at his father and cried,.