The liquor was starting to affect her. "You must have changed the habit the night I'm talking about because when I glanced down, I saw your cute bare ...utt and all your other goodies, and they weren't covered by any panties." Another giggle. "Did you see my pussy, b*o?"I nodded yes and finished my drink. I wanted another, but I had a raging hard-on and didn't want to stand. Even sitting, my erection was visible. Standing would provide a shocking display. I remained on the sofa and tinkled the. “And seeing as he is 18 today it sure is time to do that.” She looked at herself again. It was after 12:30 in the morning. She smiled and turned and looked one last time at her exquisitely wonderful looking figure. Still, a tight and slender, but still a curvaceous one at that. And then she looked at them again. Her breasts…so powerful looking she thought and thankfully still significant in life that she could use them to impress all men. Yes, she was proud of her figure. She was proud of. I woke alone and wandered out to the kitchen for coffee expecting to find Jazz there but the kitchen was empty. I started the coffee and then went to find her.I caught a glimpse of her through the slightly open bedroom door. She was watching the TV. I couldn't see the screen but I could see her face and the overly large toy I had bought her last year. The one she said was to big for her was now barely visible exploring depths I could never reach. I watching as she slid it in and out going. The next morning, she had a slight neck ache, as if she'd slept wrong. Marcus noticed her wincing at the breakfast table as their mother went through the door on the way to work. She was a waitress at the local diner, about the only respectable job a single mother could get. She took all the shifts she could get, even breakfast."You okay, Miranda?" he asked his sister."I think I dreamed wrong or something." she said, rubbing her neck. "My muscles are really tight." Let the magic fingers of your.