When she was little, she used to put tissue in her bra, to pretend that she had cleavage. She would leave the apartment and walk out to meet friends. That was when the first fantasies started. Oh, no- please, don't.. stop.. now. But the two let themselves be caught by him and shyly walk to the laundry room. Today she has the money for miracle bras, which she doesn't need as is. Some cleavage, not too much, not too little. A handful was all that she needed. She grabbed a tissue and blotted her lipstick on it. Then dropped it on the vanity. Knock, knock I'm coming she called silently. She walked down the hall to the heavy door. A barely used kitchen was on the right. She opened the door wide open and stood with her arms spanning it. She looked him up and down and smiled. She had been waiting for him to come. Her eyes paused and met his. I thought you'd never come..
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