I was still angry, but I couldn't pin down exactly what or who I was angry with. Joyce? Her stupid employer who thought up that encounter session? Ran...sid Bagashit or whatever that Swami's name was? Claire LaPointe? Ontario Divorce Law? The answer was probably all of the above.I didn't really have a destination in mind other than the Coast, so I just kept driving. When I got there, I toured around Vancouver and the general area and while it was nice, it was just another big city in a spectacular. I barely managed to squeeze into one of my shirts - my huge new tits filled my top so much that it barely even covered my midriff. That sort of look with pants wouldn’t have made any sense, so I wriggled into one of my old miniskirts, and went downstairs to pick Marty’s brain.“Wow!” he said when he saw me. “Sis, are you...”“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, and unable to stop himself from staring at my tits, he just nodded. “D-cups ... what do you know about them?”“A lot,” he said, one. It’s my first story so forgive me if i commit any mistakes… Let me introduce myself.. I am 20 yrs old boy with average body fair complexion and a charming face… My dick is around 6.5″ long and 2″ thick… And the girl described in this story is Pia (name changed for privacy issues). She is of bit dark complexion but is a damn hot chick of 20 yrs of age at that time with measurements of 34-30-32 i guess i don’t know exactly and i don’t wanna know either.If you like my story which i know you surely. ” I said, in my best challenging tone. “What if somebody sees you doing that?” Allie laughed. “Well unless they have x-ray vision that would be tough since the table cloth goes nearly to the floor.” My toes went back to work and were soon inching their way up Allie’s thighs. She had scooted her chair back even closer than before and now appeared up to the challenge. “I bet I can make you cum right here.” I said. “No you can’t!” she said, as if I wouldn’t really try. Our waiter came by to check.