Im in my early 30s a bit chubby but can still turn a head when i put my mind to it.Another friday came and went and i thought about what my partner ha...d said, whats the harm in just calling i told myself.I spoke to a man called paul who said to come down saturday lunchtime.I got dressed and put on my shortest skirt, did my make up, told my other half i was meeting friends.I got to the club at two, and was met my an old guy in his 60s, I'm Bill he said, its my club.There were a few old guys in. Fuck it, I thought, why not? Maybe one of those pathetic freshers would have a big, fat cock. God knows, it had been a while since I'd had any action, my last boyfriend was useless and the few boys I had been with before only a little better. Maybe I needed a real man...I dressed pretty casually in jeans and a top with ankle boots, but, like, just in case, I put on my best panties, a cute pair in sheer purple with a lacy trim. I'm a typical poor student so I set off to walk the mile or so. I shifted under thecovers. That felt good against my skin, better than usual, so I did itagain. My chest felt weird, and that's what made me actually open myeyes and look.I'm surprised it was my tits, actually. You'd think that no longerhaving a cock between my legs would have been the more noticeablechange, but the shifting of my tits was the sensation I noticed first.It could have been the sheer size of my tits that made them so obvious,since as I sat up slightly in the bed and turned my. If I'd known you were going to fuck it up for me, I'd have come by myself." Relax, it's not over yet," I said, reaching for confidence that wasn't there.Friday afternoon passed slowly. I double-checked with Wanda to make sure she had the directions to Cynthia's house, and told her the gatekeeper would be watching for her the following morning.Cynthia had our evening planned. We would change into comfortable clothes, prepare for Wanda's visit the following day, have dinner, and check the entries.