After all, I have fairly large breasts and Greg has often looked at them. Over the years I had developed the habit of many women with large breasts of...pulling something over them when I notice eyes glancing at them. The act of reaching down and pulling a sweater or jacket closed has become such second nature to me that I found it difficult to stop the action even now as I faked my sleeping state. Instead I allowed the person I hoped was Greg to gaze upon my large breasts without resistance. I. Rather,my personal brand of N-Crys, the kind currently rapidly forming in youratmosphere, ready to drop all over the world, shuffles through allrealities, and finds the You that you and I would personally like themost. It sorts alternate selves by rebellious intent, negative emotionssuch as anger or sadness, and even things like number of enemies, andfinds the most compliant, submissive, and ADORABLE version of thatperson who you, and me, are certain to like a whole lot better thantheir prior. Mmm. Well..." Bud hesitated. He didn't know! We'd stumped him!"Well if you don't know, we're in the right place to test it. Shall we try?" Very well," Bud said, but with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "But proceed cautiously, please!"Harley had been holding us five feet in the air during this entire discussion, so without further ado, I reached out and tried to lock on the slab of Bakelite sitting in its usual place.Tried and failed.Yet the failure wasn't absolute. I could feel Harley's lock,. “You ladies smell wonderful,” I sighed! Believe it or not, Jenn blushed! “I always thought the smell of my pussy was too strong; Greg doesn’t ever tell me that he likes the way I smell,” Jenn said with a small pout. “Sweetie,” I replied, “your pussy’s aroma is like ambrosia to me! J, is it OK if I tell Jenn that I love the smell of her pussy?” “HELL,” I heard J retort; “I love the way Jenny’s pussy smells, and TASTES, by the way; so, yes, tell her the truth!” “OK,” I replied, “Jenn, your pussy.