Admired From Afar
Divorced Sophie Jones closed her eyes while rotating her head as she tried to work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders. It had been a long day, and it was almost ten thirty at night in early September and she still had a pile of stuff to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a few minutes break, she stood up and stretched, cupping her full chest through her blouse and tweaked her rapidly hardening nipples, how she liked these brassieres which supported and shaped...