I tell her to throw me her bra, I want to see how big they are. I look at the tag and see that she has 60 DD breasts! Wow! I drop her bra and watch as...Cindy has her pants undone by now and is lowering them slowly still behind Mary.i'm really enjoying the show as her panties join the pile of clothes. Cindy stands up and moves to stand next to Mary. I just stare at the perfection on display before me! Finally, I walk up to Mary and gently take her ionto my arms and proceed to kiss her on the lips. As he got to the top, he saw that it wasn't empty after all. A tall woman was leaning against the far wall. She was wearing a huge, baggy hoodie with the hood pulled up over her head. It hung down past her waist, so all he could see was that she had shiny white stockings outlining legs that seemed to go on for miles before finding a pair of stylishly worn-out chucks on her feet. She must have been nearly as tall as he was, and—judging from her legs—built like one of those Norwegian supermodels. And he could be reasonable; if she started running out, she’d explain the situation to him. She’d held back so he wouldn’t run out. If she knew George, he was more likely to offer to pay more than half than he was to demand that she go broke. He’d bought the food for the dinner the night before out of his pocket money, for instance, not the food budget.Anyway, George was waiting. The bed was waiting. Breakfast first, flavored with anticipation. George had cooked breakfast, a special one.“Sit. So having been a nerd, and having spent his cooldown time messing with coding, he'd spent quite a while dabbling in the fantasy that you could actually treat the human mind like a computer program.. alter it so easily with a change in code, it'd be so much easier than wining and dining a girl. It started as fantasy, but after years of coding, he'd made it reality, a smartphone app. BangR, he affectionately called it.The thing was, he didn't want to start alpha testing on some mediocre chick and.