She turns to scan the neighborhood first and then her house. “Fuck,” she sighs heavily. The girl left her door wide open. Nothing I can do about t...at right now. Turning right back around, she steps inside.There is far more light than she expects, since many of the curtains are opened. Ursula tries to rack her brain to remember if they were open last night when she left. She can’t remember, her mind is clouded with images of Dave and his granddaughter. Instantly she feels wetness between her. And quite frankly, he couldn’t fry an egg if his life depended on it.”“No, nothing. Coffee is fine.” Eugene looked to Anderson. “You have your own kitchen staff here?”“No Sergeant Syddahl heard that I was going to be in town this morning and insisted that he provide a decent meal. He is quite accomplished. I have had the most amazing rat stews that he created.”Aghast Eugene exclaimed, “Rat? A rat stew? My god man, why?”“Well, we were kind of short on rations. Andersonville was not at the head. She was small and you could see she had a tendency to chubbyness but it hadn't really kicked in yet so her body were still great, not least her big boobs. She wore a tight dress. It closed up around her neck and had long sleeves but it was very short showing off her thick thighs that bulged wonderfully on the train seat. The best part of the train ride was when Lizzy had to get up to use the restroom. Her ass was perfect, nice and thick without yet bulging into a gigantium, which it no doubt. "He removed his dress and looked down at his body in just bra andpanties. (There was no mirror of course, being a boy's bedroom).He was amazed at how much boob was visible over the top of the bra. Hereached around and, with some difficulty, undid the bra and took it off.He was stared in wonder. The nipples looked huge, and each entire boobwas soft and supple. He had a little feel. There were quite sensitive.Certainly not unpleasant to feel or touch. Although they got in the way,and he wished he.