I moved my hands on her boobs and rubbed them gently ahh they were so soft.I was loving them I moved my hands completely on them and grabbed then on h...er salwar top and started pressing them harder and tighter she was breathing heavily I was trying to move my hands inside her salwar but it was not possible then I moved my hands on her pussy area on her dress and began rubbing it was soft too she allowed my hands to slide into her pants and tightened her legs and I was rubbing her pussy more. By this time, I was free of the colostomy but was peeing 'rivers offire.' I kept drinking water all day long, believing the more the riversflowed the quicker the healing.My diary became radioactive from splattering hyper abuse. If this causesme to be dismissed, so be it! Of course everything I did was observedand the slicing and dicing would continue.By the time the twelve came back, I was wearing a bra. My nipples werehurting and that was all that matters. The Bra was slightly padded, asit. There were a good number of women there, fitting all types of descriptions. There were tall, thin and willowy blondes; short, dumpy brunettes, a few ladies who were old enough to be the matrons of the group, and quite a few very beautiful ladies as well. One stand out girl had a head-full of auburn hair, with green eyes, a dynamite smile, and a revealing Kelly-green dress to match. When she was on the dance floor, there were a few studs-in-waiting around her, moving a shaking in an attempt to. Sometimes she wore her hair back in a ponytail but most of the time it was loose. She had large breasts, definitely a D cup. I found myself stealing glances throughout the day and I occasionally caught her looking my way. We were both married and had kids. We talked a lot, shared stories and complaints about our kids and spouses and became close friends. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point I realized I was falling for her. At times, we'd be talking and it was all I could do to not.