She laid down her bag on the locker room bench, it held her PE kit, a bottle of shampoo, some soap and a big towel. She placed down the towel, the sha...poo and some soap on the bench. She blushed hard as she slowly pulled her black blazer over her head. The locker room was empty and cold. As the blazer came off it exposed a pink plain bra. She folded up her blazer and put it in the bag. She covered her chest with her arms. The cold air was arousing her, much to her own embarrassment. She gulped. " Them? What are 'them', Frilly? What are you talking about, Frilly?It always happens, doesn't it! What do I call them? Tits? Boobs? Breasts?Yes, that's it!"These breasts, Sister Sarah." What? My breasts? Your breasts? Whose breasts are you talking about?Mine are properly supported, see?"She hefted her enormous bosom which rose slightly before falling backinto position with no bounce or swaying. I already knew that her bra wasof the ultra-strong variety.I shall have to admit to ownership,. What got into you? You asked. You did, I replied simply. You brushed your lovely red hair into place, replaced the red lipstick that was smeared on my dick, pecked me on the cheek, grabbed my cock and you were gone in an instant. I showered, totally in a fog, pulled on a t-shirt and tried to work pantless. The events of the last 36 hours played and played in my head. My cock stayed hard, a perpetual boner not ever part of my experience before you, and I couldn’t concentrate. I was going. My husband was very silent, but I went on, ‘imagine if I had gone off with him and let him pull down my knickers, touch me, get me hot and wet, just imagine.’ And whilst whispering this in his ear I was stroking his cock and it was really throbbing in my hand, I was afraid I would finish him off far too quickly, so I stopped and just held it.‘Do you like the idea of him wanking over the thought of fucking me? Do you like the idea that in the hotel is a man that wants to fuck your wife and is.