Michelle was one of the eight percent of women with an hourglass figure. Because she was always self-conscious of her butt, she spent thirty minutes a...night on the Stairmaster in her bedroom. Her ass was so firm it didn't even quiver when we played hanky-spanky.Saturday I worked for my Grandfather, Saturday night Michelle and I double dated with Stan and his newest sweet thing, Krista Crowley. The four of us went to Steak and Shake then hung out at the Hoffmans' game room for a while. Mr. and. She examined the smooth, firm flesh, not a tan line in sight due to her nude sunbathing. Her big breast sat unnaturally high on her chest, the large nipple stood alert atop dark, half-dollar sized areolas. “You made a mark!” She complained, rubbing a red patch on the right side of her boob. Jenny, 25 years old, was the picture-perfect bimbo, although slightly more intelligent. She had long, blonde hair, fair facial features, 36DD fake breasts that looked giant on her tiny body and a small ass. He originally thought it was a fireball meteor burning up, but as soon as it started turning towards his area, he knew it was anything but. Within moments, an elongated, pyramidal, and deep blue alien craft was hovering several feet above the parking lot. When it settled down into a vacant spot after turning around, a beautiful humanoid alien stepped out of her ship. She seemed about 4 foot 11, long red hair extending to her waist, blue-ish skin, and elf ears. She was dressed in a brown. I decided I’d do the laundry on this gloomy, boring day. After my shower, I pulled on yoga pants and an old tight t-shirt. No need to dress better for this bunch, and I could wash one more set of my good clothes. I pulled my hair back in a pony-tail, but did brush on a little make-up out of self-respect.I was laying out coasters on the side tables, in the ever-present hope the guys might use them, when Skip and Dean arrived. They each had a 6-pack in hand, so I took one to put into the fridge..