"I am. I just didn't say whose home," he smiled. "I think you'll be more comfortable at my place and anyway, I wanted to introduce you to Junior. Then... I thought I would invite my folks over for a barbeque and a 'get reacquainted' session." Is this what they call a 'full court press' in basketball?" she asked with a vague smile."Yah ... I guess it is. You don't mind, do you?" No, I guess not. But remember, I said no funny business, remember?" Yah ... I remember," he said solemnly."Cheer up,. Nothing. I tried again, "tap, tap, tap."I heard stirrings and at last my mother's voice. "Is that you John?"I heaved a sigh of relief "Yes Mom, it's me. Can I come in?" I asked her. "Sure sweetheart, come on in."I cautiously opened the door ready to bolt at any sign of Dad. I needn'thave worried. He wasn't there. "I've got a bit of a problem," I informedher tentatively. "What's wrong sweetheart?" she asked. "Well, it's simply this" I said as I held my hands out in front of me. "Oh Joan! They're. These were her own treasures."God, Rhonda... they're beautiful," Laura said, cradling each extraordinary globe of flesh in her palms.Rhonda bent her head forward until her full lips barely brushed Laura's. Her tongue snaked inside Laura's mouth, then just as quickly withdrew."Don't you want to suck them?" she whispered against Laura's lips."Yes... I do."Laura bent her head down and began licking and sensually stroking one of Rhonda's large, soft nipples with her tongue. She was an expert at. I said a quick goodbye to Amanda and had the fleeting thought that she might want to come with us. ButMichelle seemed ready to move and I followed her. Soon we were sitting at Benny's."I have to ask you something," Michelle said after we'd ordered. "Have you ever visited a hypnotist?" What?" I said. This wasn't a usual subject of our conversation."I met these people," Michelle said. "You've got to meet them."She was obviously excited, but it wasn't clear to me at all why. "Hypnotists?" Yes,".