About me: before I could wriggle into the suit. The real
problem was in front though. As much as I tugged
at the zip, I couldn't get it up past my
breasts. Like my hips, they've always been
too large for easy packaging. Eventually I had to
go back to the men with everything hanging out
over the zip and only the damp material of the
tee-shirt between me and them. Not only that, but
carrying my shorts in my hand as well.
Brett's mouth twitched a fraction before he
looked away at the horizon as I held the
