“How do you think he’ll like this one,” Jenna asked while leaning over and giving her big tits a little shake while settling them gently into her low cut bra? “Good grief, Jen,” Holly replied, “do you wanna just turn him on or give him a heart attack?” Jenna looked at her reflection in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door and replied with a giggle, “I haven’t decided yet, can’t you just picture the headlines in the paper, “Man Dies From Too Much Tit”, now that would sell some papers.” The two eighteen year olds roared with laughter at the prospect of Jenna’ s boyfriend actually passing out at the mere sight of seeing her 36DD’s filling the low cut pink bra, but Holly was thinking to herself that it was more than just possibility. “Toss me the while one,” Jenna asked while slipping out of the pink one, “do you think I’m getting fat, my butt seems a little bigger than ususal?” “Oh, please,” Holly quickly shot back, “you’re perfect and you know it.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Jenna replied while hooking the catches on her next bra, “but as long as Jeff thinks so, that’s all tha really matters.” (more…)
Month: April 2011
Ken was getting bored. The party, at least in his mind, had been a total waste.
He sat on the couch, looking through his drink to the light in the living room, which was full of people socializing, chatting or otherwise.
Ken had been completely and entirely unsuccessful tonight, which was very strange because he always ended up taking someone home when he went to one of Sonny’s parties. It was still early, only nine, and people were still coming, but he didn’t have an especially good feeling.
Then he saw Brooke, drinking a glass of wine casually on the stairs. What a gorgeous woman she is, he thought. The softest looking brown hair flowing down to her full breasts, sparkling green eyes, and just the right complexion. Textbook stuff, he called it; short nose, short forehead, pouty lips. Then of course there was her body, which her outfit didn’t exactly hide. Her long tanned legs and slender upper body were draped by a beautiful white and pink dress, a spring sort of dress. He shook his head, smiling, as his eyes met hers, and he walked over.
“Didn’t know you’d be here.”
“You’re so full of shit,” he grinned. “You know full well I always come.”
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October 31st rolled around and it was time for Hanna’s annual Halloween party. Hanna was a wealthy, 55 year old widow. She liked company and invited everyone at the plant to her ‘mansion’ for the party.
The enjoyment was twofold. Firstly, people dressed up and competed for costume prizes. Hanna awarded $100 to up to five people if she couldn’t identify you with your costume on. This was hard because Hanna knew everyone there! There were also prizes for sexiest costume, most original costume and other prizes.
Secondly, It was an adult party. You could dance and drink the night away without anyone knowing who you were. I planned to go as Uncle Sam. Complete with glue on beard and mustache. I was going to go to Randy’s house and drive him to the party. I brought my costume to Randy’s house where we would dress together.
When I arrived I nearly had a stroke after his gorgeous wife Tammy answered the door. Tammy had her 5’3″ frame, complete with her D cup breasts, into a sexy, low cut, French maids uniform. I tried to pry my eyes away from her cavernous cleavage.
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Scott Ruden drummed his fingers on the leather covered steering wheel, keeping time with the beat coming from car radio. His thoughts, however, were not on the music, but his twentieth high school reunion being held that weekend in his home town. He had been pretty lucky over the years and had done quite well with his computer soft ware company, so at least he wasn’t going to have to make up a lot of stories about how his life has been going. It had been at least fifteen years since he had been to Maplewood, the last time being to bury his mother, so he really had had given no thought of coming back until he received his invitation in the mail. It was a five hundred mile drive, and it felt good to escape the big city tension for the pastoral calm of the green country side. About an hour later, Scott could make out the water tower that had maple leaves painted all over it. “Still looks just as hokey as ever,” he thought, as he turned down main street, marveling at how little change had taken place in all those years. Patterson’s Men’s Clothing was still on the corner, and Jenkins’ Drug Store still had the same old pink neon sign that had been there since he was a boy growing up. The memories flooded back with each old store, house, or park that came into view. He took a right on Elm Street, and two blocks later he slowed down and drove by the old homestead. Shutters had been added to the front windows, and the once white paint job was now an earth tone tan, but to Scott it still was home. He glanced at his watch and realized that the reception was already started, so he gunned the motor and headed off to the high school.
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