Kevin slammed down his glass in anger. He knew it had been a mistake to come to the reception, and Arabella’s behaviour was already proving him right. He looked across the room to where she was standing much too close to Dave Costello, her wine glass at a tipsy angle, giggling at some inane remark he’d just made. He saw Dave glance down at Arabella’s ample chest, her embonpoint almost spilling out of her low-cut black coc...

"What do you think, sweetie?” Arabella gave a seductive twirl in her new scarlet dress, bought especially for the occasion. It was cut daringly low at the front, showing a considerable expanse of her large braless breasts. This view was improved even more when she bent over, causing her huge melons to flop forward and practically spill out of the front. The danger of wardrobe malfunction wasn’t helped by the two thin shou...