I had to remind myself not to jump her bones, because she was looking way too sexy. Her bare feet tapped on the stone floor to an oldie playing on the...stereo: Jimi Hendrix asked me to excuse him while he kissed some guy. Okay, I know he said ‘kiss the sky’, but I like my story better. ‘Morning, sleepy! It’s already eight am!’ She beamed at me. Dear God, she was perky in the morning. Before coffee. Normally I hate perky at any time of day, especially mornings, but on Gretchen, perky just made. “I was worried you might be gay, but I have to admit I did notice you looking at my boobs sometimes.”“They’re very nice boobs,” I said, lamely.She laughed.“Thank you for letting me get a little closer to you today,” she said.“You’re welcome.”“I hope we might be able to be friendly like that again someday?”“Oh, hell yes,” I said.“Good. Now, about Harper.”“Harper?”“How did you feel about how she acted today?”“I’m not sure.”“I know my daughter. I couldn’t believe she wanted to be naked in front of. “I know, jese apke haun. Apke better hain. Firm,round, saggy or bouncy bilkul nhii jese unke hain.” Ok, Mai thoda sch k sath jhoot ko ldaa rha tha. Mom ke ache hain, pr Anita Masi k best hain.” Ab mera hath kafi der se Mom k boobs k upr tha, mene bde dhyan se usy or close leke gya, tb tk jb tk mai boobs ko hlka sa dba paa rha thaa.“Uske shi mai boobs jhoolte nhii,” Mom ne Mana.“Pr us size k vhii nhii krte jo kii fake hote. Sirf fake boobs hii itne firm ho skte, jese uske hain,” Vo mere hath tk. Since we were standing so close to it we both got soaked. Okay maybe soaked is a bit of an overstatement. My right side got wet and I was about to take a look at what happened to Bree when we heard my Mom call out.“Kyla, Bree? Why are you just standing out there? Come on in so you don’t get wet,” my Mom called from the garage door.Bree said low enough that only I could hear, “Too late.” I quickly looked Bree over to see where the sprinkler hit her. I was happy to see that She wasn’t wearing a.