. tended to give her occasional backaches... they were also very uncomfortable to lug around in warm weather. And oy, the jiggling... even with *adequ...ate* support, they swayed back and forth like a pregnant woman's belly! And they were so damn sensitive! It wasn't quite as bad or as painful as getting kneed in the groin, but still, they bruised easily. She was beginning to understand why women liked their breasts to be caressed, not grabbed by the handful and then manipulated like Play-Doh.It. It was a hotel room key with the number 303 on it. Candy must have slipped it in there when she was changing. It wasn’t from some cheap, flea-bag inn, either. This key was the property of the Baton Rouge- the ritziest hotel in town. I drove to the Baton Rouge’s parking lot and sat there in my car for a while, wondering if I should go up or not. The whole thing smacked of conspiracy. But finally, I resolved to see this thing through. I took an elevator that was only slightly smaller than my. The attendant came on the intercom saying that we were almost to our destination and to buckle up. I smiled, being afraid of heights I stayed buckled the whole flight. As we touched down, my stomach lept up. I grabbed my bags and went inside the airport. I did not have any other luggage, preferring to pack lightly. I had what I needed, a couple of pairs of clothes and a bikini. I went to the rental cars and saw a Mustang. I nearly jumped for joy. Mustangs were my dream car. I went to the. Mom was just putting the bowls of oatmeal on the table when Tiff sat down.Martha and I put down our sections of the newspaper and we all started eating. I ate in silence as I waited for Tiff to bring up the subject of my new 'radio'. Tiff did not disappoint me."Eddy, where did you get the new radio for our bathroom?" Tiff asked me.I had to play this part very well if I was going to see more that just one sister's pussy."I already told you," I said. "I built it yesterday," I said concentrating.