Well, except for that neon pink hair.The kids looked at her, and she gazed back. The conversation had stopped. I could understand that. Frankie was a ...ost interesting woman to look at. That hair was roughly six or eight inches long, and every strand of it stuck straight up into the air in tufts that were maybe an inch in diameter at her scalp, and which came to a point those six or eight inches later. I don't know what she had in it, but it made the hair stiff. To go with that look, her cheeks,. He looked at them for a while, wondering. What kind of parents produced children as good as these? Impressive. Then he cast his eyes down a little. The top two drawers, they'd contain underwear...He tried not to think of Shahia like this, but, damn, she was pretty sexy when it came to it. While he was doing housework earlier, he'd taken the washing off the drying rack and folded it. Some of it had been Shahia's underwear, so he'd left that for Alyssa to do, since she was helping him, but he. I fumbled in the dimly lit room to get my computer turned around so I could see what was going on. It took me a few seconds to figure out what I was seeing because the camera had fallen down. It wasn't the view looking down on the crib anymore. The camera was now facing towards Heather's bed. Apparently the sound I had heard was Heather's watch and jewelry being tossed onto the changing table, next to the camera.I was about to head back to her room to put the webcam back in its place when I saw. “Yeah,” Will croaked.“Wow, Abigail’s tits are bigger than mine,” whimpered Courtney.“Tell me about it,” said Janiqua, my Black friend. “And are they getting bigger? I think they’re becoming D-cups.”I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were round and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to.