. Drake must be right. Her name wasSteff. No it's Steffi. She looks like a Steffi. Drake looked at Steffiand asked her are you hungry? Famished she a...swered.As Steffi sat down she made sure her robe was tight around her waist. Shedidn't want a boobe falling out again. It really didn't matter. Thetightly wrapped robe and her spectacular breasts created a jaw droppingcleavage. Drake was enjoying the view just as much as before. Drake satacross the table looking at this vision of beauty.They ate. I become concerned at breakfast the next morning when the twins began talking excitedly about how much they enjoyed the pond. A little later they asked if they couldn't go to the pond again. They would make a picnic lunch so we wouldn't have to come all the way back home. I told dad that I had other plans, but he was rather firm in his comment that I should try a little harder to be friends with the twins. They ran to the kitchen to make sandwiches. I packed my duffel bag with a wary. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, and nothing off of it.The only times I've tuned into the 24-hour Highway coverage channels have been in the days leading up to each of my trips here. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as. As I looked up to his face, myeyes were also treated to a vision of his lump in his underwear. It wasalmost impossible for me to avert my eyes."When did you figure it out?" I asked, now in my normal voice."I wondered before, but tonight I knew for sure." But how?" I dunno. The way you looked at me." Why did you let me do those things to you?" I was feeling nauseous now."Because you were enjoying them." Did YOU . . . enjoy them?"He nodded his head up and down, and I could tell he was being.