She was correct, to a point, and he supposed there was some logic to that, that is, if it took her much of the day just to eat breakfast. Priscilla wa... one of those woman that other women hated. Except for other cheerleaders and other women who were equally as beautiful as she was, nearly all of her friends were men. Because of her high metabolism, she could eat anything and never gain a pound. Moreover, there could be a hurricane outside and she’d never have a hair out of place. She could be. Slowly I folded both my hands. Now my right hand fingers are very close to her side boob, I just straightened my middle finger and I felt her boob. I slowly roam around my middle finger towards her boobs by the time I tool started growing. I look at her face and understood that she was in her deep sleep now I straightened all my four fingers and moved close to her. Now all my fingers are in touch with her boob. I started feeling her boob, the best part is she was holding her kid on her lap with. ”“I’ll change the locks while you’re out.”“Go to hell” and I grabbed my car keys.“Where are you?” I asked Marcus on my phone from the next street.“In the pub baby why?”“Stay there and get me a large brandy please.”Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in the pub car park of the pub he owned and walked in to find him sitting by himself in a corner reading the morning paper.“What the hell’s wrong?” he asked, so I told him while he just sat and listened to every thing.“Did he hit you?”“No, but he was. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was.