"Paris?" drifted down to me as I descended the stairs. Looking up I saw my best friend with her boobs hanging over the railing."Well I've agreed to fe...d him and to do some of the other things while we're in Europe but I can't do that," I told her. Nikki inched onto the top stair."What other things can you do? And what can't you do?"I just patted my rear end and continued towards the living room. Nikki, naked as the day she was born, had managed to cautiously slink down almost to the bottom of. “I’m Theresa Hartman. My daughter Kaitlin was driving the truck that hit you from behind.”“I’m Jo Hickman. Come in, please. I’d offer you a chair, but...” she shrugged apologetically.“No, that’s okay. I, uh, wondered if you’d be willing to see Kaitlin. She’s struggling mentally, and maybe you could talk to her.” Theresa’s face was a mixture of apprehension and hopeful supplication.Jo nodded. “Of course. She can come when she’s ready.”Theresa nodded. “Thank you. I need to get back to her.”“I’m. Her boobs and ass are damn huge. I guess she doesn’t wear bra cos you can see her boobs shaking when she walks. I have always wanted to feel, grab those. Until now. So it happened the current was out and I had put on my headphones and was passing through the kitchen, singing and enjoying the song, I accidentally touched her boobs and it was dark, so to know what it is I feel it more and it was soft so I pressed it. She screamed lightly. I know what it is and remove my hands and left the place.. I still strongly suspected it was Lauren who had let Steve know about Izzy’s cheating; she had always wanted to get her hooks into him.Steve would most certainly not want to have anything to do with a pregnant, cheating ex-girlfriend and to be fair, I couldn’t really blame him.“Are you sure you did the test properly?” I asked. “I mean, you followed the instructions to the letter?”Izzy nodded.“I think so. There’s no-one I dare talk to about it at Uni. That’s why I came home. I did a test just.