While my two halves fought each other, I began a cautious, more thorough, exploration of my new body than the one brief, but supremely pleasurable one..., I had on my way to the bathroom.I cupped my breasts in both hands, feeling the heft of them. If I had to guess, I'd say they probably weighed close to eight pounds each. The nipples were very sensitive to touch, and as I gently tweaked them in various ways, they quickly hardened, standing tall at roughly three-quarters of an inch. Utterly. The naked guy who was now very visibly excited was saying how lucky Id be as a aging mom to have three studs using her like shed never had before. That a opportunity like this wasnt going to happen again. They could tell I was excited and kidded me that my nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I was probably wet as hell. They were right on both counts. I was very tempted but worried about my kids still playing neat by oblivious to this onslaught. They said two of them would stay and watch. I could the rustling of clothing, zippers, and finally she emerged. A black bra, the black leather mini skirt, black thigh highs, and boots. She came in the room and stood in the middle, turning around with her hands on her hips and posing her legs. I think she really liked the boots, too. She motioned for me to join her, and as I reached her she opened my zipper and removed my aching hard-on from my pants. She then led me, tool in hand, to her spare room where she did the massages,. Like a lot of besmirching jobs, it contained half-truths, innuendo, speculation. Someone at Spencer / Rathbone must have leaked. Gossiped about the FBI visit. And that was enough to send SING into orbit.First thing, Ash Collins pulled me aside, “I know it wasn’t you, Winter. So don’t worry about that.” I knew it wasn’t Ash, he’s so close-mouthed about everyday things, let alone confidential material.And, both of us were pretty sure the leak hadn’t come from DC. Ash told me, “All I said to.