I asked her what we were doing tonight, she said we are going to the bar and I am going to play pool and you are going to watch. We went to a small s...eazy bar on the other end of the city. She had me go in and sit at a table and get a beer. A few minutes later she walked in strutting her tight ass to a pool table, all the guys are watching. She pauses and sets her bag down reaches in and gets a smoke lights it and goes to a pool table. She walks to the end and slowly bends over and starts. I noticed that apart from these things and her heels, Aunt Sheen had wrapped coils of rope around her wrists, going up to her forearms. I also noticed the ropes wrapped around her ankles which has been tied on her thick, shapely calves. Aunt Sheen stopped at the landing below. She turned around and smiled wide at me. Standing with a straight back, her huge, round boobs jutting out, Aunt Sheen smiled wide at me before she signaled me to come down the steps. As I walked down Aunt Sheen turned. Tiffany is a quintessential blond: Short, flat, past-the-shoulders hair, baby-blue eyes, and she’s dumb as a post. Did I mention her tits? Thirty-six double-D is one of the most thrown-around phrases between high school and college, but for people that know how to count, they lust after Tiffany in her size twenty-nine E. Small chest, big bra, and a reputation big enough to fill them even without those bouncy ta-tas. Salamandy was bigger than Tiffany (everyone’s bigger than Tiffany, I mean, come. "Ok sure. I'll help you?" said Mark, surprised as May slipped a fuchsiafloral apron over his head and tied the ribbon behind him."No dear," said May chuckling. "You really should start reading yourtext messages. It's me that will be helping you. Actually teaching youhoney. Now let's get these on because we can't afford the time to sendyou for a manicure before the party?" What?" said Mark, wondering what she meant as she slipped his handsinto elbow length yellow gloves."Marlene has been texting.