I’ve linked up the picture in Part 3 to this week’s #SinfulSunday. There is of course the story of what was going on at the time. And then there is the background that I hadn’t shared yet – that I was pregnant.

It was obvious that my tits got a boost and even thought it looked like a significant boob-job, it was all natural. The latex blouse was tight fitting before my boobs decided to expand. Now I had real problems keeping the buttons from popping apart. Here is what I mean.

With the rain outside, and the dim light on the cathedral, getting the lighting right was a major challenge. We couldn’t turn on the light in the room, or it would just reflect off the glass and render poor St. Isaac’s invisible. Without any light, my black blouse was nowhere to be seen.

The solution finally came in the form of an iPhone light. Just enough to throw some light on my chest (I had given up on the button across my boobs by then), but not enough to make St. Isaac’s cathedral invisible. The entire scene of taking a picture only added to the excitement.

A one point, we moved a light to shine directly on me with all other lights off. If that wasn’t noticeable from the street I don’t know what was. I loved the public display, the risk of being seen, being displayed like his mannequin. The final outcome was a great picture (I think), and the process of getting there was just as amazing.

Why he didn’t get the hint about my other surprise when the buttons popped, I will never know. Maybe he did, but didn’t want to say anything. I was nervous about his reaction and didn’t want to break the mood. I wanted to tell him right then, but didn’t have the courage, yet, to do so. I’m glad I did later.

Then, after we had our talk, we took a picture of my enormous breasts. I had some this size artificially under a catsuit in Greece. Those were a cup F, compared with my regular C-cup. I think I’m coming pretty close to an F by now.

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