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Fabric, mannequins and enormous flowers filled the room. There was barely room to stand amongst all the magical dresses, blouses, shawls, jackets and woollens she could see. Tall paper flowers, as tall as Sasha herself, beamed at her from all over the room, obviously used as the basis for a lot of the designs. Jackets sat next to them with large free standing collars (name) and hard pressed linen cuffs. The yellows, varied whites and greens of the lilies were used in the range. In another section of the room red, orange and yellow tulips in the same paper design stood tall, surrounded by bustiers in the same colours, silks, satins and rich heavy chiffon. Heavy skirts, tighter skirts and shorter skirts to match the bustiers and to sit alone caught her eye. What struck Sasha instantly was none of the clothes were about covering up a full figured woman. They were all about glorifying her, celebrating her and most of all, making her an object of erotic beauty. Sasha was stunned. She. ‘Yeah,’ I was sniggering despite myself, ‘hit the wall, you should have seen his face.’ We were both laughing now, tears still running down my face, but laughing too. ‘Seriously honey, he doesn’t deserve you, you’re better off without him.’ The laughter broke, once again replaced by tears, ‘Oh God Becki, I love him, I was gonna tell him tonight.’ She pulled me into another hug, shushing me and letting me cry on her shoulder, rocking me like a baby till my sobs were replaced by deep, shuddering breaths. I looked up at her from her shoulders and we looked into each others eyes. I smiled as she leaned forward and touched her lips to mine, not an unusual occurrence, except this time she lingered, brushing my lips with her lower lip. My cock sprung to life, much to my surprise. Pulling away, she rubbed her thumb across my bottom lip, I closed my eyes and parted my lips as she leaned towards me again. The doorbell rang and our eyes snapped open, as though the bell had awakened us from a.
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