When I felt Jim's hand move up to cup my chest where my right breast should have been, I could not bring my eyes from the couple beside us. Jim's hand...settled on my chest. I tried to pull his hand down, but he was too strong. I waited to see how he reacted. He whispered softly in my ear, "None of the women in my family have over sized breasts, either. I think small breasts are much sexier than big utters." He then kissed the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him to see if his facial. "Well then Steven, as long as you do as I say we'll keep this as ourlittle secret"She led you upstairs to her room and handed you a bottle of depilatorycream."Cover your body with this, wait for 6 minutes, and then hop in theshower," she stated matter-of-factly "don't put it near your pubesthough, that area is sensitive"You considered arguing, but quickly remembered that you were makingthings up to Patricia. You went into Patricia's on suite bathroom and didexactly as she asked. As you watched. If the last 24 hours was any indication, she’d be far more interested in my journals than in sex.“You do. Are you going to help me with the meal on Thursday?” I asked.“You bet! It’s my first Thanksgiving! What does turkey taste like, anyway?”“Like turkey!” I chuckled. “It’s similar to chicken, but with a slightly gamier taste. Less gamey than the Rock Cornish Game Hens I make on occasion.”“OK. Well, I guess I’ll find out. I asked my friends and Wen, and they’ve never had turkey either.”“It’s. As her hand reached for the cord she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head to look again. Down in next door’s garden the new neighbour was laying out a beach towel on the lawn.As he lay down on it she couldn’t help admiring his slim toned body. When he leaned up on his elbow to look around him she backed away from the window so he couldn’t see her standing there. She wasn’t really sure why she didn’t want to be seen, but she was very careful about peering out the edge.