" We all took our clothes off, except for our underwear and got under the covers. I asked Steve if he would light up another smoke; as he was doing ...hat I went to get an ash tray, sliding back under the covers when I returned. We lay down puffing away on the smoke getting a little more buzzed. I handed my husband my bottle of baby oil, which he took. He removed the top and started rubbing the oil on my chest and into my breasts. I took the bottle from Bill and handed it to Steve. "How about. I couldn’t resist anymore and I clung to his hot body. It was a hot embrace and my soft body crushed under his muscular body. We then changed position of the embrace and now he was on the pool floor and I was above him. My lightweight body was upon his and his 5.5 inch tool with slight bent was perfectly aligned in my ass crack, between both my ass cheeks.He then started kissing again on my lips and neck, while I tried to bit his lips softly and rubbed my soft face against his trimmed face. He. I had to suppress a giggle. My boobs were getting used to having white creamy fluids on them. Maybe the stories were right; maybe it did make them bigger. Certainly I was bigger than Mom and Krys. Grandma? Um, the one in Shreveport was about the same size. I wondered if boob size was an inheritable gene. I was pretty sure it was, look at Rosemary for example.I couldn't say what I found so funny, not with other girls around, I just chalked it up to feeling particularly good that day. I'm not. She laughed.Woman – You are a great player of words and what do you do?Me- I am still searching for me but I like writing.Woman – Really, So have you written something?Me – Work in progress.Woman – Well, I will love to read that.Me- how?She handed me her visiting card and I am free generally after 6 PM. I dialed the number on the card. Her phone rang.Me- Save the number before it lost.She dropped me and instantly I got a message on WhatsApp. Number saved Mr. Writer. I sent some smiley to.