Down to her round smooth shoulders. Then further down to her plump breasts which hung there teasing me, calling my name. Then my eyes further explored...lower to her flat belly and down to her waist. I followed her pubic triangle which was naturally bushy and inviting, down to her full, large hips. She then got real close to me, not saying a word. We began to deep French-kiss, and fondle each other's faces. She stuck her knee in between my legs and spread them open. As she continued to intensely. Kira was sometimes a slave to habit.I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed, wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father's, that I'd rescued when my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death, and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit hypocritical, given her 'animals on the panties' issues, and her own fuzzy bunny slippers.I sat down next. Her breasts protruded out farther than her stomach, making her appear slimmer but all the weight was in her butt and thighs. Her butt was a good 44 inches around and her thighs supported it. Her calve muscles were extraordinarily strong and her ankles slim. Her feet were ugly from the many golf injuries she had taken over the course of four years- small shoes, getting run over by carts, runaway bags of other teammate's pushing carts. Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up. Besides, she's with Donald now." I suppose so. I didn't see much evidence of him giving her much affection." I assure you that he does." Sex maybe, but not affection."She paused. "I think there's only one person in the world that Donald loves, and that's Donald." Probably true," I concurred. "He does like to hear himself talk." ... and they blend the Sémillion grape within oak caskets to produce blah blah blah," Jenny mockedI laughed."It's okay to admit you still love her," Jenny told me.