My husband told me he was proud of me and started caressing my breasts. It was different with him doing it in front of other men but it seemed right f...r this intimate setting. I was content and felt safe lying in his lap.Someone got fresh beers and the conversation continued. The last thing I remembered was Stan saying he was 'just going to have a little fun' when he leaned forward and slid his hands from my breasts down to my thighs and pulled them farther apart. Stan likes to play with my. While not the biggest around they certainly gave the boys something to look at, and more importantly, play with. Sliding my feet out from under the covers I looked at myself sideways in the mirror over the dresser. Still had that nice S shape that, again, liked to draw some attention whether wanted or not. Countless hours in the gym doing squats and exorcising had made my booty something that could be recruited for a lewd rap video. And standing at 5'4", it looked quite large on my small. I took her into my arms and tried to comfort her. I could feel her tears soaking my shoulder. Nothing was said but she held me tight. After a few minutes she seemed to pull herself back together."Feeling better now?" I asked as she looked up at me."Yes, I just have deal with it. I put myself here and now I just have to keep him happy." She said as looked into space."You know that you do not have to! What that bastard did to you is not right!" I said and admitted for the first time that I knew. While the medics were still doing CPR, the local police had written the man off, assuming there was no way to revive him. It was then this 'Angel' walked up, leaned over and proceeded to revive the man. The man simply sat up, wide awake, surprised by the attention around him. Not only that, the hospital could later find no signs of any brain damage due to the extended time without blood flow to his brain. His wife and children certainly think of it as a miracle, as does the ever increasing.