"Kelly giggled, a little nervously. "I always wear my glasses." Well, you can't wear them in the pool. Let's go swimming!"Wendy, half running, half dr...gging Kelly, started out of theroom. "C'mon, C'mon." Wendy!" Kelly squealed. "I'll trip on the stairs! Slow down!" Back out to the pool without serious incident, Wendy and Kelly found the teenagers were playing Marco Polo. "Let us play! Let us play!" shouted Wendy dropping Kelly's hand and racing ahead."All right, all right," laughed Richard.. Every ‘thank you’ I receive hits me in the chest like a sledgehammer. Every time someone tells me I am brave or strong I want to vomit on my shoes. I hate being a good woman. I hate being a good wife. I hate that it’s all I can do, that it’s all I know, that it’s all I can ever be. Every day is another regret. Every night is another fantasy of escape. Each time I leave my house, even if it’s just a visit to the grocery store or coffee shop, I cry at the thought of returning home. Panic takes. Hop in, I'll take to my place and sort you out."I threw my bike and backpack in the back and jumped in the passenger seat, grateful of the lift. As we drove off I noticed she was a rather large lady, easily 350 pounds, probably more. But she was very friendly and after hearing my bike tire was punctured offered for me to stay at hers for the night. I was a bit apprehensive but realised she seemed friendly and trustworthy and I had little other option.We soon arrived at her house, down a long. I looked at her chest for a few seconds, and I kissed the top of her large breasts. She pulled my head up and kissed me. While we were kissing, she took her bra off, and put my hands on her breasts. She leaned back while I played with her breasts. They were soft and cuddly. Her nipples hardened as I played with them. She had nice round breasts that seemed larger than a C cup. She let me play with her breasts for a few minutes before she got up from my lap. She pulled me up from the sofa, and.