He thenplaced on a baggy shirt to hide them further.Martin sighed as he looked in the mirror. He knew the breast forms werestill visible, but he was s...ure he could play it off as meregynecomastia.Martin entered the community college building and walked to hisclassroom. He paid close attention to the professor's words. He knewthat he would have to do well at school before his mother would destroythe damning pictures she had of him. He was afraid of what she would dowith them if he did not succeed. "Cutting it a bit close aren't we?" I asked Becky as I took her ticket, ID, and cell phone as I checked her in."Maybe you can scold me later..." she teased back. I blushed, but made sure not to make a scene. "Actually I had a fashion crisis. I didn't want to wear a skirt or sweatpants, but none of my jeans fit my waist anymore." She was wearing a skirt and a baggy shirt that cut off just above her belly button, so I could see her belly distend ever so slightly over the low waist band of the. It looked as if she was in a real animated conversation with Libby, her arms doing most of the talking. I could see her point down towards her stomach and around her back towards her butt, and then her arms just seemed to keep flailing in the air. My guess was she was discussing her body and what was wrong with it. Dianne had a thing about gaining weight and always got pouty when she put on a few pounds. I was enjoying myself and I could feel some sexual tension building up inside my body as. Moving up to the thighs, she passed remarks about the pain gradually going away and added, “ What must you think…an old lady like me? Not such a great body as when I was younger.”“I would not say that, you have a fine body Dora. Can I just spread you legs a bit so I can reach the inside of your thighs, you want me to do you all over, don’t you?" Looking her lovely arse I slowly rolled up her girdle moving my hands into her soft flabby buttocks.You know, Robert, I can feel the circulation coming.