She glanced back to the TV momentarily.“I’ll think about it.”“Only think about it?”“I’ll think about it. It will cost you though.“She ...xtended her tongue and flipped it up and down. I knew what she meant.“Why don’t you ever wear those lovely Basques anymore?”“They don’t fit me. They used to, they don’t anymore. Simple.”“That’s no excuse.”“It is to me. I may try them on sometime in the future, let’s just say I’m working on it.”“Doing what?”“I’m working on it.” She was insistent that she was. It's been over fifteen long years since your lying unfaithful piece of scum ex-husband conned you into getting the surgery. Some how the creep convinced you that a natural C-cup wasn't good enough and like an idiot you caved into his whims. Soon, with bitter clarity, unwanted memories flood in of the creep showing you off to his jerk friends. He can almost hear that grating Boston accent bragging about his “enhanced and improved wife” and his greatest accomplishment of teaching “the little. I got hard and she just smiled. That was all she ever did when she made me hard. This time I knew that the clothes would disappear so I tried to imagine the picture differently this time. I was looking for some erotic sexual pictures of her. After taking a bunch I got her up against the wall squatting down low with her knees spread wide. In that position I knew that I would see her breasts and she would have her pussy opened up for me. I took several pictures of her like that and some were very. She didn’t know how she managed to show a calm exterior, but ever since she’d caught her son stroking his cock earlier in the day she knew she wanted to see him again. She wasn’t even sure she could make him hard, but there was something about the way he’d stared at her from his bed when she walked in with the laundry. She could have sworn there was a spark of recognition there.Marcie had always enjoyed the attention her looks and body still attracted, but she’d never gone so far as she had.