20 September 2012, John’s apartment, Seattle, Washington. Everything was in place in my new apartment and I felt good about it – except for the ab...sence of my wife. I had just finished getting all the furniture I wanted into position and was having a beer. Now I had to either find work, or mope around and feel sorry for myself. The latter was why I tried not to drink too much. When I drank, I ended up wallowing in self-pity about the loss of my wife and I needed to get past that. At 46 years old. I tried to fight but was easily overpowered by them. I know they wanted to see my naked body and have their way with me. I was a little excited but somewhat scared. My clothes didn't last nearly as long as poor Jens did when she was forced to crowd surf. The hands grabbed at my cowboy boots and they were gone in no time. Pulled right off. The sea of hands continued up my tanned firm legs like a wave. Some squeezing others massaging me. I didn't know how many people tugged and grabbed at my. I too know how much you like Suma. I have seen your roaming eyes trying to penetrate her clothes and see her naked body.”Now definitely my wife hit the nail on the coffin by saying that, she has really observed me catching glances of her sister who was more voluptuous and very sexy despite her age. She had a figure to die for with 36C breasts, and her big round ass, and the slim midriff region with a very flat stomach.Really a very sexy woman who was not used much by her impotent hubby. Trying. Hell, I’m excited all over again. This is some weird shit that’s happening today.”“Nice rack Sher,” I said as I looked back at her. She was scratching underneath her titties, all the way to her underarm.“Thanks, Charlie. I really and truly love these huge titties of mine, but I have no idea why they’re still growing like they are. This isn’t normal.”“Damn Sher, you really do have a nice rack, but you’ve always had a fine pair since they first started growing,” Jimmy said, as he sat sideways,.