. fine one at that, wiv a great pair of... (struggles to think of a pair of something that aren't breasts and fails miserably)... breashts... E: looks...suitably shockedMister Sparrow!! I hardly think that this is language befitting a lady... J: EYES sweet Elizabuff, sharp and keen and... soft (his gaze, and a hand has wandered towards her chest again; E pulls a cynical expression as she crosses her arms over her chest; in a remarkably quick recovery J makes an expansive gesture to the. I decided that was good enough and headed to the store. I needed to restock my fridge, and maybe get some things for Paige. On my way there a place caught my eye and I pulled in. It was a ladies lingerie store. I’d never been in one and really didn’t know what to expect. Walking in I was greeted to smell of spicy cinnamon and sexy undergarments everywhere. A clerk greeted me WITH a smile, she was a tall leggy blonde, a curvy thing, not fat, but had some meat a man could really grab on to. She. I noticed she quickly looked around to see if the bag she had snuck in was anywhere in sight. I could see the relief in her eyes when she didn't spot anything. Fortunately, I had put the bag on the opposite side from my wounds so the doctor couldn't see it as he changed my bandages. He was very thorough as he checked my side and shoulder to see if there was any sign of the infection. He told the nurse to put fresh bandages on and left, saying that he had several other patients to see this. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound to notice. I'd be embarrassed and humiliated and kicked out, I thought. I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent's studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls on reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics,.