Her breasts were a pretty good size too, I was guessing maybe a C cup. I noticed I was staring too much, and immediately looked away turning back towa...ds the bar. I had also already finished my entire drink. I drink quite a bit when I get nervous. I flagged down the bartender and ordered another daiquiri. I was still facing towards the bar, when I heard a voice next to me. "Make that two," The voice said. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. It was the girl that just walked in. Her voice was so. "In that case, where are you going?" Lori asked as she pushed open the shower curtain. The water was still on and cascaded down her naked form. She was smiling at me seductively. "Come on in and lets have some fun!"I noticed that her breasts looked even bigger than her sister's. It was probably more due to the fact that she was shorter, but so what? Like they say, 'perception is everything'."Believe it or not, I don't make it a habit of sleeping with married women," I sighed. "In fact, I only. The problem was that the more I tried to avoid him, the more I ran into him, it was as if life was putting him in my way on purpose. In the office, in the elevator, at the corner café where I bought coffee in the morning, in the little place I used to get my lunch, on the subway, even in the bar where I used to go for a beer sometimes after a particularly long work day. He would always come over and talk to me, ask me questions I didn’t really want to answer and look at me with those fucking. Joan went in alone. She sat on a barstool. She was wearing one of her new evening dresses. It was long and clung to her like a second skin. It had long slits in the front and back and a plunging neckline. I came in and got a table where I had a great but inconspicuous view of Joan. The bartender came up to Joan and put a martini down. He gestured to a man a few feet away and said he had bought it for her. Joan turned on the barstool and the slit in the front teasingly opened. She smiled at the.