"If this is a fishing expedition for Jenny, don't bother wetting your hook. We dated three times, I have to go out of town, and she goes all fatal att...raction. I don't know her mindset, but I didn't make her any promises. I wasn't even given a chance to talk to her like a reasonable person. End of discussion. Bring her up again and I leave."I blew their game plan out of the water, they didn't know what to say. I left.Another month went by and it was time for the rehearsal dinner. I wasn't Ron's. ”She put her hand into a box on the top of a shelf and handed me a bottle. “When things start getting out of stock (sounded like a cock tome), workers around here start hiding them in the boxes for their relatives. You should have told me what you wanted. What else do you want?”I wanted to spend more time with her and I narrated her a fictitious long list of items. With a boastful smile, she said, “If you want to get everything on the list, you should be with me. I am the only one who knows how. I have had my fair share of sexual encounters which I will narrate in other stories and I had already mastered the art of satisfying girls in bed. I always had hots for aunties but had never managed to get one into bed. For Nandana was my sexual fantasy and I used to look her husband with envy, for he was a lucky man to enjoy her assets, day and night.So, as I watched her chatting with another aunty I couldn’t resists having an erection, the picture of her tits bouncing on my face came to my. The ache subsided and she found the stretchy front satin panels of the corset permitted easier, deeper breathing. The corset was altogether better designed and she sighed gratefully. Her rib cage could now expand forward so her diaphragm's freedom was amplified in that direction. As she tested her breathing, her cleavage started to swell and shrink like a pair of bellows as her breathing assumed its singular direction dictated by the corset. The huge satiny cups rose and fell like a pair storm.