Jacques. Baker. One of the most famous art gallery owners in the good ol’ U. S. of A had just hugged her–no, suffocated her, and she had loved ev...ry second of it. ‘I’m sure you can figure out why I am here.’ He took a seat next to Caden. She didn’t sit until he crossed his shin over his thigh and patted her seat. ‘No, I really can’t.’ Jacques looked disappointed. He glanced at Molly. ‘You didn’t tell her?’ Molly shook her head. ‘Good! I will!’ he wiggled to the edge of his seat. ‘I’ve been. I smiled and he started to blush and quickly turned away. Once in inside the bathroom, I took off my clothes, and began to look at myself in the mirror, I had no make up on, but still managed to look stunning. My breast were full, not too big a 32C with pink nipples. I pushed them together, running my fingers through my erect nipples. I let them go, and was mesmerized by the way the bounced back into place. I turned on my side, and rubbed my flat stomach, by the way this is one of my favorite. After she got out, I took a quick shower. Nikki spent the next half an hour getting ready. I told Nikki to just go casual, but she always likes to do her make up whenever she goes out … so I knew the drill.When Nikki came down the stairs at 7 pm to go next door, she looked stunning. She was wearing a short black skirt with a tight white top (she knows that I love tight white tops since they show off her large breasts perfectly … and she knows how her big tits turn me on). She wore a very sheer. I could visit again later, and see how the dis utopia progressed. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I sloughed off and missed a golden age of progress because I was listening to too much gossip or too many historical biographies. There was even a new genus of gossip, called improbable gossip, which verged on the fantastical, as opposed to the standard kind which tried to at least seem possible. It reminded me of the ‘tall tales’ which gave birth to such as Paul Bunyon and Pecos Bill, where grown men.