I was amused at his personality. He had that ‘you like me or you don’t’ type personality. The lunch was bland there was no laughter or anything ...xciting about it. From the range of questions and the constant interrupting whenever I spoke, I was getting turned off by him. He’s charismatic and sexy but I think he was doing half it on purpose. Later we went into the building and back to work. Over the next few days I would see him and smile politely. No small talk or anything special. One day when. She had removed her bra during the photo shoot, but she still wore her skirt and panties. She had slipped her thong to the side for several of the pics exposing her pussy for Lar's to see. Her pussy lips were wet and her sexual enthusiasm began to coat her pussy hairs as well. Dan was still fully clothed, and Tana was getting anxious to see more of Dan. The time spent taking the pictures had heightened them both sexually. The tease with the camera was strong.Tana and Dan approached each. Late on Thanksgiving night mom and one of the daughters were talking. The subject came up and mom shared the backstory, the trepidation, the surgery, the recovery, and some of the reactions of friends and family and co-workers. And her daughter asked, "What does it feel like, mom?" Meaning, out of curiosity, what is it like to have them, what has changed, what's different in bed, what do they literally feel like compared to your former natural breasts, and what's the difference in just living. The driver came over to the car and we got out. He said, "I have a delivery for Miss Darla Anne Drake." "That's me", I said. He asked me to sign his clipboard and then handed me a package. He tipped his hat and drove away. Auntie and I got back inside the car. I said, "It's from someplace called "Ursala's"." Auntie said, "I didn't order anything. Open it up." When I removed the outer brown paper wrapping, I came across a note. Reading it, I said, "It's from Grandma.. Dear Darla Anne, I have.