”“Well, you suspected correctly,” His eyes went to her chest. “Your little project seems like it already has changed you forever. Run into a l...ittle occupational hazard, there? What have you been working on anyway?”She tried to adjust her blazer to cover her expanded breasts, a habit that was as reflexive as it was Quixotic given the jacket had been tailored for a pair a fifth the size they were now. She resolved to ignore the gibe.“I’ve been working on the app suite. I oversaw the whole project. Trevor was a Big Black Man about 6.4, 34 years old long dreads with a bit of a belly on him. I finished lunch was getting ready to leave when Trevor asked if I would join him he was going to take his boat out this afternoon I looked at him said sure I have no plans as long as we get back early enough for me to get back to the resort. So off we went his boat was about 20 feet with lots of room he toured me around stopping in places to visit we ended up having drinks and again I was getting. Anyway, the pressure on my clit and the rest of my pussy was, was awesome. I was sure that if I just sat there for long enough I would cum. But I was there to exercise so I pressed down on the higher pedal. As the pedal went down my foot automatically went with it which meant that my butt, pussy and clit, slid to the side of the seat. “That’s nice.” I thought as I needed to press down with my other leg. As I did so my butt, pussy and clit, slid to the other side of the seat. “Oh, that is. Things were a lot better from then on, and I found the best way to work things out was to give Sonya her own space, and to try to be the father figure, but not necessarily the father, if that makes sense, and we had a pretty happy family. Joanne and I tried to have more kids, but after three years of trying, the doctor told me I could never father a child of my own, and in his words, I “only shoot blanks.” Still, we had Sonya, and we were happy. I must have asked Joanne to marry me at least.