“You’re real,” she said absently.Phil gave a sardonic smile.“That’s what I’ve heard,” Phil said in a light voice. “Although I have hea...d the word ‘legendary’ associated with my name.”“You’re real,” Tiffany said again. She shifted slightly and put both hands on his cheeks.“I’m real,” Phil said, his voice more serious this time. “And I’m here.”Tiffany seemed to notice that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. She tried to get to her feet but stumbled. Phil put his hands on her hips to steady her. Her. I was hoping the change from the bright bathroom lights to the dark bedroom would keep from seeing the obvious bulge under the covers. My wife just stood there for a few moments in the doorway and then I noticed it. She was slowly fingering her vagina and staring at me. She reached up and started massaging her breasts as she let out a little moan. She walked over to the foot of the bed and pulled the comforter and sheet off. Jordan stopped what she was doing and froze perfectly still. My heart. .not to mention her chest. Unless I missed my mark, those are naturaldouble-D's, big ones, and she should be proud of them," I heard Mattfinish.I once again found myself turning bright red, suddenly very aware of thestrain my breasts were putting on my t-shirt. Of course he'd focus on myboobs. Yes, they were DD-cup. Yes, they were real. But no guy everthought about how much of a pain in the ass it was to find bras that fit,let alone how expensive they could get. Plus I didn't even want to. She'd have him again and who knows, maybe there were other similarly endowed, young farm boys in the village?Anyway, enough of Ms. Safic's lusts, realized and yearned for. The facilitator of her liaisons with young Jason, Reverend Wilson, had gone off to the city to meet and gloat over his university pal, Professor Lewis. On this night Mrs. Wilson had attended prayer meeting with little Leena but Priscilla had begged off because of homework. The schoolteacher seldom attended anyway so his.