”In Rhonda’s apartment, we had a couple beers and shared some chat, until I brought again that ‘strange subject’ to the table.“Rhonda, just ...etween you and me, can you tell me how much those stories people say about you are real or not?”“You still bug me about that, aren’t you Steve?”“I am still curious to see how you are really the nasty slut people claim you are or it’s just fertile minds playing”“If you are so curious about it, why don’t you tell me a story and I’ll show you how much it’s. She closed her eyes and pulled the T-shirt off. The soft curls of her long hair brushed against her bare shoulders, but she ignored the strange sensation as her eyes drank in the incredible sight before her. Two brown globes of feminine flesh sat heavily on her chest. They were beautiful breasts; large but firm, with perfect skin. Gently, she held them in her small hands.They were real, not some prosthetics. She could feel her hands lifting her new breasts. She released them and ran a finger. Before I knew it we where both stood just inside the front door kicking off shoes as myself and Jen locked lips and tongues danced. I we stumbled over to the sofa with our mouths never coming apart. We both flopped over the arm of the dark leather sofa with me landing on top and propped up on my elbows. We stopped kissing briefly and looked each other in the eyes. Aunt Sam, whats gotten you so flustered? Jen gave me another playful wink as her fingers began to rub my soaking wet pussy through. Things were awkward for a bit, but once I reminded everyone that we were all hungry, we got to work. Sophie unpacked a paper sack that was on the table, producing some chips, a jar of dip, and a few smaller paper sacks that appeared to contain bottles of wine along with accompanying cups. While Lara went to fill the large pasta pot with water, Alana approached me.“How are you going to cook the fish?” she asked.“I was going to fry them up. In butter.”A mischievous grin crossed her tanned face..