Throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, I went back to the TV room to sit and watch the headlines. The hole in the floor was telling me a story I ...asn't sure I wanted to hear. Around 8:30 I heard the basement door open and slam shut. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted up through the floor; Mandy was the only member of the family who smoked. A tinkle told me her keys hit the counter and shortly after the shower started. About ten minutes later, footsteps came up the back stairs and she. Who were they what did they look like? But there was worse to come much worse in fact? I soon learned that by stacking books on my navel I could induce pain? The bigger the stack the more pleasurable things were for me? It was quite normal for me to kiss and lick the pages of the books. I just loved that fragrance that they all seemed to have,They were no longer loved so I gave them all my love? On the wall opposite my bed, I pasted one page from all of the 350 books. Each morning I would. Before dinner Debbie dressed. She didn't wear a bra. She wore a thin blouse that was left opened all the way down in front like an open coat. The wide opening exposed her chest generously, the sides only covering the nipples and the outer sides of her breasts. Her big breasts pushed against the blouse, opening them to the maximum. When she walked, the outer sides of the blouse threatened, and succeeded many times, to move more to the outside and bare her gorgeous big breasts. Debbie had to pull. I loved Hardee's, but I felt like a trader. I really wanted to spend my money with Helen, and now Cheryl.Still Hardee's was always interesting. "Hey there, haven't seen you in a while," one of the old men commented."I've been out of town working," I replied."And how about your friend?" he asked. Cheryl was who he really wanted to know about. The one with the big boobs and smaller ass."Cheryl, got a job. She works morning, so no time to come out and play," I said with a innocent smile."Ah that's.