He convinced me by saying that it would be real conversations with real girls who would give me exactly what I demanded, and that grabbed my attention...I clicked on the link he gave me and let it transport me. As soon as I opened the site, it had my undivided attention. So many girls, so many shapes and sizes! It was like being in a candy store, except instead of candy the displayed products were much much sweeter.I scrolled and scrolled looking for the perfect combination of curvy and sexy, and. ’ ‘No, no I don’t. Really. I mean, yes, I brought Elizabeth, Victoria, you, and the new girl, Laura. But with you, there was something different. Tell me Winnie, how old were you when you were married?’ ‘Seventeen,’ she replied. ‘Edward was a good man.’ ‘How long were you married before he died?’ ‘Just over a year. He was a share cropper. It’s why when he died I was tossed out by the land owner. He didn’t care. Had his wife not been there I’m sure he would have done to me what he wanted.’ ‘So. I am so sick of it,"I nagged for no other reason than to create conversation. “Christmas was yesterday, silly. I like it,” Karen said blushing. Her renowned smile surrounded by smooth, pink cheeks with the slightest laugh lines forming on her otherwise flawless face. She turned down the TV, but left it on to flicker light against her shimmering holiday decorations, likely to help occupy some of the room with us. Karen stepped out to the kitchen for just a second to grab some glasses and a. I need to talk to you...just come into the kitchen." I had a bad feeling about this, but did waht she asked. "Please sit down...would you like anything?", she asked. I thanked her, said no, and sat down at the table. It was another sultry day, and she was wearing a t-shirt, white satin shorts which ended a bit above mid thigh, and deck shoes. Her hair was pinned up in the back, and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gorgeous 40C breasts hung firm, and filled the t-shirt nicely. "About.