For my 40th I convinced my husband to get me a breast job and I may have gone too big with DD's but was worried that I needed them that big to match m...y expanding body. Now that my body was snapping back to its younger days, I worried they looked like a midlife crisis.One day on the way to the gym, I received a text from Steve my trainer."I hope you don't mind but I double booked today. My friend Tiffany will be joining us"I hated it already. For one, I had a massive crush on Steve and cherished. I would love to join you. Scotch with soda for me, please." I poured out the drinks and we settled back to enjoy them.While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp.I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night. I advised her to drink slowly. She said, "Don't worry, I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to drinking at. ..so we're talking and he's telling me how hard he was while he was waiting ( and that's all I need to hear), at which point I put my hands right into his cargo shorts which were saggin off his perfect azz and probed until I found that big meat...and I found it throbbing...I squeezed the head and shaft alllll the way up to Harlem (I could feel the nutt gathering, swishing from his nutts thru the shaft)...I felt his big swollen nutts drooping out of his boxer briefs and sitting on the inside. She and I were mates (without benefits, sadly, she being straight as a ruler) and we often conspired against Flick gently. Flick erupted. “Champagne? It’s 10.30 in the morning.” I looked at my watch. “So it is. Champagne, please Hat and bring a glass for yourself.” Felicity looked daggers at me as we sat in silence waiting for Hattie’s return. She brought the booze and glasses, poured then sat crossing one fabulously long leg over the other and making me almost moan. “God, Hattie, do me a.