Tee Art. Nancy had always admired the size of her breasts. Then she had gotten pregnant and they had ballooned up as big as Aunt Flo’s. Now hers had...reduced but Aunt Flo’s were huge.When they sat down Nancy went through the usual tea or coffee routine. Aunt Flo had just stopped by to see the baby and ask for some hints about how Nancy fed the baby. She wondered if Nancy was breast feeding or using cow’s milk. Her reply was cow’s milk since most of her friends had found that it was easy and. More like its looking at porn before picturing Andrea in the position at the last moment.I met Andrea when about a year ago when we were both in our early twenties, when she moved into the other side of my duplex in the city. Previously I had been left some money and though still not sure of what I wanted to do in the world I realized having a place to rent without paying for it was near the top of the list. So I buy a duplex, not big. Essentially a large downstairs room which is kitchen/eating. She threw back its rusted iron bolts and pushed the creaking door open. Snatching a candlestick from an alcove, Tanya lit it and handed it to Mark. “You go first,” she commanded.Somewhat unsteadily – due to his recent intake of Satan’s Blood – he began to navigate the steep spiral staircase. The treads were running with water and the whole atmosphere of this tiny tubular space was dank and depressing. Half-way down the descent his candle blew out. Mark froze, expecting Tanya to bump into his. He still didn't understand just what their feelings were toward each other; could there really be some sexual chemistry between the two women? It wouldn't be the strangest thing that had happened in this house.No, he couldn't bring himself to believe that. Despite their lesbian tendencies, they had never before shown the slightest interest in each other sexually. Sure they were affectionate. Sure they were best friends. But he was no doubt projecting too much of his own thoughts and worries.