I chose a low cut white T-shirt and tight fitting sport shorts. I knew the T-shirt made it easy to see my fat titties. I knew to that the blue sports ...shorts were so skin-tight that my cuntlips could be easily seen through them, camel-toe style. And I also wore my black, broad belt which I fastened very tightly round my waist to emphasize my curves. What I didn’t realize is that, by the time Jack would appear, my cunt was going to be so wet that he would instantly see how wet my short had become. I did not think I would be able to sleep with so many thoughts buzzing. Turned out I fell asleep right away, though. They were great at the shelter. A volunteer lady took care of me. She discreetly urged me to charge Roger (my asshole ex) with battery and we went to a doctor to get a check-up and take photos. I wanted to visit my smashed-up savior, but that proved to be difficult. I didn’t know his name and no one at the hospital wanted to play detective for me. The hospital was large and I. The dress he brought was a pair of denim trousers and a sleeveless top the trouser barely covered my ass and the top covered only up to my belly button exposing my bare navel I wore it and looked myself in the mirror now I looked like a western hooker I admired myself some more and went to jo his eyes got widened and his jaws fell down. he started training me with some dumb bells but he couldn’t avoid himself from ogling at my body he then asked me to study the real muscular structure by. "It took about five minutes before he would come to the radio but he finally did and I went off on him."Major, this is Harry Hanson and we will land whether you like it or not. If you persist on giving my pilot flak, I will have you brought up on charges. Also, I want Preacher standing by when we land." Sorry Sir, it wasn't explained to me who was in the chopper. Preacher is unavailable at this time but will be back in about fifteen minutes."I didn't like this at all, so I called Stumpy and.