I would also get home late depending on how settled everyone was. Dad said, "Yeah, but you're here at night to make Jeannie feel good. It also makes y...ur mom and me happy too."Dad went on, "When are you going to paint that nasty pickup of yours? You should put that down for a weekend coming up. I think it should be red or maybe yellow. White would be good or even a light blue."I was laughing as I said, "Your pickup was painted ten years ago and could sure use another coat, Dad. You're picking. We hit it off right away. He was married, unhappily, but wasn't looking to cheat on his wife. He still loved her, but the passion had disappeared as happens with many marriages. He longed for that passion.It wasn't long before our chats turned sexual. Very hot conversations, about our likes, our fantasies. It became addictive; we looked for every chance we got to find time to talk.He lived about four or five hours away. He would often say how good it was that I didn't live close, because he. The truth serum induced thoughts had a different idea after feeling her breasts so warm and delightful.The grew again. From H’s to I’s. She didn’t want it to stop.“Bigger” she moaned again.I’s to J’s they grew once more.“BIGGER” She screamed in sexual ecstasy.The Perv couldn’t believe it, this bitch was crazy. He pumped her up to M’s, gave them the gravity defying skin to hold them proud and tall.Veronica could barely see the mirror anymore. She couldn’t see below her jutting chest. She’d never. None of the crowd seemed to mind, especially the women old and young, who appeared to notice it more than the men did. She indicated the executioner to remove their gags. After a lengthy pause, with subtlety, she blew the men a soft kiss each and gave the signal...In the soft candlelight of her cool cellar-room, she squeezed the soapy sponge lightly and placed it on Raymond's bare, hairless chest. She carefully removed the tight-fitting pants and drawers, emptying the contents into a waste.