"You know, it's been a while." I knew what he wanted, and I wasn't in the mood to give it to him. "I thought you wanted me to get a reduction?" "Not t...is again," he said as he let go of me. "Most husbands would like if their wife had large breasts," I said as he turned over. "Your best friend Eddie wants to get Alice the large plastic ones." "Yeah, because she is flat as a board," Stan retaliated. "That and her short hair make her look more like a guy than a woman." I turned around to face him.. Both stopped and dumped taking quite a while to deposit their loads on the edge of the pavement. Grace allowed them, it wasn’t an offence in France.At the boulangerie, with the dogs snuffling around on the floor for tasty crumbs, she bought two sticks of bread and an evil looking tarte and chatted amiably to the owner, a lechorous grizzled man who talked to her swaying tits rather than her fine boned face, but this was something Grace encountered virtually all day every day. Monsieur Platini. What the fuck. We will marry you, Sylvia, on the basis that you pull your weight in this household."Sylvia burst into tears of joy. She sobbed to herself for a few minutes, then came to hug and kiss them. She started with Annetta, as the person least enthusiastic about the idea, and was relieved when Annetta hugged her back, but gave her a warning: "No hogging John, Sylvia. You take your turn, girl." With pleasure, Annetta." Sylvia averred. "I will be number three wife, and be happy with that.". I was all ready by then, my T shirt and shorts on, well perfumed and smelling good.I opened the door and heard a hello. Lisa stepped in and before even looking at each other in detail, we gave a hug- Aussie style. She was smelling great too.I smiled at her and scanned her from head to toe as she was doing to me. She looked gorgeous to me though being a mother of 3 k**s. She was wearing a white embroidered top with a low v neck and a tight bright red skirt running up to her knees, revealing most.