Before I could decide, I heard the front door open and Tarmant and Naltort enter. They were acting a bit frisky, and just a tiny bit drunk. I finished...my drink and went to meet them.When I kissed Tarmant, I tasted something extra that I couldn't identify right away. Kissing Naltort also provided an extra taste, much more familiar, that provided context. Still holding Naltort, I turned to Tarmant and said, "So that's why you didn't answer your phone. You couldn't hear a thing with his thighs. I, too, was a little saddened. I had seen littleof my father during my break, and the luncheon was to have been ouropportunity to talk one-on-one in a casual, comfortable environment.He was silent for a moment. "You are going to propose to Alexandra atthe ball tonight." It wasn't a question.I frowned. "How did you know? Do you have a Prognosticator in theoffice?" I had often suspected my father was using the magical talentsof his staff to foretell my future. The suspicion did not please. Things were certainly developing in Kate, her breasts were the same small size that Jenna now found she preferred, but the nipples were something else! The small pink platforms had swollen so that at the base of the nipple the domed surface was nearly an inch from the surrounding breast skin, an inch and a half of puffy teat tipped the platform itself. Kate's waist seemed more slim even athletic in form, but the biggest change of all was poking through the fine white pubic hair that bordered. She was beautiful: short and wavy hair, a little thin, small but firm and soft breasts, white skin and a beautiful hip, she was about 30 years old.After several and several chats on the internet, we ended up getting a little more intimate, and I was already going crazy with desires for her, but I didn't know if she felt the same way. I drew her and everything, she seemed to like my work a lot and then one day, she asked if she could come to my house to see my drawings. Without thinking twice, I.