She couldn't get the way he'dtreated her out of her mind. The fact that he existed made itdifficult for her to really get on with her life. She wanted...him, yet she couldn't have him. She wanted to have him and dumphim, just to get even somehow. She wanted though, most of all,to make sure he couldn't affect her thoughts any more. Shewanted to make sure he was gone. She didn't bear Linda any ill will, not as a person, but ifshe couldn't have him, then neither could Linda. She knew it. I sure didn't inherit my mom's boobs, I'm only a 34A, and I rarely wear a bra unless I have to. I do have very sensitive nipples, though, and I love the stimulation of a shirt against my nipples . I wasn't wearing a bra that day, and my soft hand felt SOOO nice on my breast. I began to mimic Corey's actions, squeezing my breast and flicking my thumb across the hard nipple.By now, Corey was furiously rubbing her clit, grinding her hips against her hand. I stepped close to the open kitchen. "I had a cold chill run through my body and I said, "I don't care, I just need, I mean, it would be nice if there were a lot of men there for us. I just want to do lose myself in it, like I did the first time. I want to watch my husband like he was as well. I don't care about race or color and I don't think Jimmy does either."I have one little problem, though. I don't want to drive there. Can you have somebody come meet me and pick me up at the post office? That way Jim will have to come out. " He held up a matching pair of white lace panties and bra, and then handed them to her as he left the room. She dressed and waited, shaking in anticipation. Soon he returned and sat in the chair across from her. "Please me" he said. She was unsure about what he wanted, but she rose and began to sway and slowly dance before him. Turning sensuously and moving so that he could see her body. She could soon tell that he was pleased by his obvious arousal. She moved between his legs, bent over him,.