"Thanks for coming to the rescue, Gwen. Mind you, I can't wait to see the final result and I'm glad I did it, but he doesn't know when to stop. Is he ...ike that in bed?" No," giggled a blushing Gwen - "I have to keep waking him up, poor old fellow! After all he is thirteen years older than I am and I don't think he leads a very healthy life. He needs to look after himself better and get a lot more violent exercise. And I'll make sure he does; there's a lot of spare fat to lose before I marry him. All she got back was a dial tone. The phone was disconnected!“What do you want? Leave me alone!”The figure outside the booth stepped around and slid something into the handle of the booth’s door. Joyce was confused at first but gasped as she realized they’d just barred her inside the booth! She grabbed the door and pushed with all her strength, but the door didn’t budge. The figure continued to circle around the booth as tears streamed down her face.“Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just. Ann remarked that I made a very pretty girl. "Whatshould we call you?" she asked. "How about Didi?" answered Helen."After all, that's his bra size!"We had a nice meal - Caesar salad with chicken followed by lemon tart -and a fair amount of wine was consumed. We were all fairly tired afterthe tennis we all went to our beds fairly early. Helen accompanied meback to my room. She gave me a drink "to help me sleep" and put on atape playing soft music. She helped me undress. "You really likewearing a. Her dress was a beautiful maroon long maxie type, which exposed her full bare back, and giving away the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her 36 breast was more than capable of filling it out, as the cleavage at the front clearly demonstrated to a very great depth. As the end of the night approached, her husband’s friends seemed to drift off one by one, until she thought they had all gone. But returning to the lounge, she found her admirer was still there, and asked him if he would like.