Then, where and with who. She stopped in her tracks. Jimmy, what are you trying to tell me? Did something happen with our son last night, she almost y...lled? Well, I said. You let something happen between Jimmy and me, didn't you? I didn't honey, it just happened. Bull shit, where the fuck were you? Okay, let me try and explain, I said. You better, God Damn It. You were feeling no pain when we got home and you wanted to have another drink with me. You began talking all nasty to me, saying how it. "Angela?" he calledout.Jordan got out of bed, wincing as his heavy breasts pulled at his skin,and padded down the hallway to peek into Angela's bedroom. She wasalready gone for the day, this relieved Jordan a little."Weird," Jordan thought, as he swallowed his white pill from Dr. Green."Is she avoiding me?"Jordan put the pink pill under his tongue to dissolve. Looking in thebottle, he realized they were all gone. "Excellent!" he thought. "I'mfinally done with those!"* * *As Jordan got his. "Greg? Greg Johanson? I thought that wasyou!"He stopped for a moment and then scratched his head. Then his eyes lit up."Ashley?"He had known Ashley Brooks from high school, but he barely recognized hernow. She had always been pretty, but now she was incredibly good looking,no... she was now stunning. She had filled out and now had a very sexybody. She was dressed in a tight fitting low cut dress that showed off herample breasts.Her makeup and hair only added to her sexy appearance.He wasn't. Tracing the swell of your breasts, the outline of your thong, outside and inside your legs, across your stomach. You feel breath on your neck; another finger runs along your lip, sliding in for a second.You feel your bra unfasten, it drops off your arms to the floor. More fingers, along your cleavage, outside of your breast, lightly touching a nipple, now another, too many fingers for one person. How many?A hands grab at your thong, a little rougher than before. It is pulled to your ankles.