I’m in the kitchen.” I opened the door and went in, straight toward the kitchen. As I looked thru the doorway from the living room, I could see So...ia, all bent over wiping water up with a towel. I stopped and stared, my mouth practically hanging open, admiring the view.Her white skirt was soaked, making them practically transparent. I could see her ass cheeks clearly, as her underwear disappeared between them. Mesmerized, I stood there, not even recognizing that she was looking back at me from. ..you had sex with a guy you barely knew ...hell, you fucked a guy at a beach party you'd known for all of thirty seconds! And that was just for a temporary thrill ...where this ...this will get you into Delta Zeta ...this will change your life.All around her, this eerie sort of music -- like something from a hybrid horror-porno -- began playing, and a moment later a recorded monologue of rather cheesy, almost religious ceremonial babble began. This was Clara's official introduction -- without. "Mom?"Her mother seemed unaware of her presence, staring at her own voluptuously nude reflection through puffy, bloodshot eyes and crying. Her magnificent breasts heaved and bobbled with her weeping. Charlene couldn't help noticing that her mother's nipples were, stiffened, fully swollen. "Are you all right, Mom?"Slowly, she crossed the room towards her mother, bare feet sinking into the plush softness of the carpeting with each step. She stopped behind her mother, staring into her mother's. This was brought home to me when her sister Jodie came to stay with us for a few weeks. Facially Jodie resembles my wife, except that unlike Beth, she is somewhat overweight-- not obese, like so many of the women you see around here, but definitely well-padded, with a much larger chest, broader behind, and rounder face than my Bethie.One might think that as a result she would dress more demurely, to hide her figure, but in fact the opposite is quite true-- Jodie wears hip-hugging jeans (and.