It's not going to have to be an exact fit." "Do I have to wear a training bra?" Jesse asked, trying to keep her eyes at the ceiling as the woman measu...red her chest. "I've been seeing the way you move about." "I'm just fidgety!" she tried to explain. "Well, if you want to burn your bra, you first have to have a bra," the woman smiled."You burn bras?" "Sure!" Winnie said. "We learned that in civics class. You burn a flag when it gets old. Bras are made out of cloth, too, aren't they?" "You don't. As Karter walked out the door, all I could do was watch as her perfectly round butt and amazingly shaped curves followed her out. I thought to myself, ‘Mmmm mmmm mmmm, what I would do for all of that. All woman, she is.’I got up and went to lock the door behind her, as I was doing that I noticed how loud my sister’s room got just now. I didn’t think much of it as she was probably playing that stupid Heavy Rain game or whatever it was.I decided it was time to head back up to my room and back to. ‘Perhaps I should do it now.’ She plucked the dagger from the flame and made a swift downward motion toward the Captain’s chest, stopping inches above his heart and moving it to the mess of torn flesh further up. ‘Very funny, Kitty.’ His voice had almost disappeared amidst the wheezes of his chest. ‘I deserved that, I suppose.’ She inserted the blade as decisively as she could into the entry wound, trying to ignore the Captain’s piteous shriek as she jiggled it around, finding the hard metal. As I walked out of her living room I looked back at her and she was still kneeling on the floor. She was bent over the seat of the sofa with her dress still over her back and her gorgeous ass on display. It was quite a sight to see the sophisticated Mrs. Wilson with her just fucked naked ass sticking up in the air. I never fucked Mrs. Wilson again after that day but I never forgot that afternoon. AN AFTERNOON WITH MARILYN It was the summer after graduation and Hank and I were hanging out at the.