I mean, YES! Lovely. What’s not to like?”She smiled further as she leaned slightly forward before brushing her hair back across her shoulders and ...eseating herself back in her seat. The curtains had been pulled back for me to freely observe her native brown breasts. The sight of them drew breath from me. She didn’t have to ask a second time.“You like!” she teased.Though not tremendously large, her breasts were ample with only the slightest hint of blue veining. They were enveloped in a black. By this time Jennifer’s jealousy and possessiveness had become unreal. Whenever Antoinette suggested a visit to her home in Grosse Pointe, with the secret intention of planning a meeting with Connie, Jennifer invariably had a reason to coincidently also to go to Grosse Pointe. Throughout the fall of that year, although both Connie and Antoinette were in the mood of scheduling a get-together, Jennifer kept a tight leash on Antoinette so that there was no time available for what had become to. Everyone in the hall, even those sobbing uncontrollably, stopped what they were doing and looked to the stairs and prayed that someone would stop her before she saw it.Ginny’s pained voice rang out through the halls at the base of the tower as she screamed, “Harry!” over and over as she descended, her voice growing more desperate for an answer. Those nearest to her when she reached the bottom of the stairs stood shocked by the near mad look in her eyes, and did nothing to impede her progress. “I found myself getting up and hurrying in to get him one. I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at my ass in the panties. What was I doing? Is what I think is going to happen, going to happen? I came back and he was sitting on the railing in front of my chair. When I sat down, I was eye level with his crotch. Did he know this? He took a sip of his beer and looked down at me. I dropped my eyes to the floor. I don’t want you to think I was just saying that before. I have seen worse..