“Wow,” I said.“Wow?” her tone was plaintive.“You’re definitely a Turner woman,” I said softly.It was her smile that made me hard. Well, ...er smile finished off what her body had started.She looked at my groin. “Is it... ?” Her voice held anguish.“You sure you want to see?” I asked.She nodded furiously, and her breasts, which looked so hard, like Aunt Christy’s bobbed on her chest. I wondered if they felt as soft as Aunt Christy’s. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down, lifting my butt. I. The general broke into a grin and gave her a peck on the cheek. ‘You’re with me.’ Daphne once again giggled, pressing her body close to that of Leander. ‘You cite very good reasons to drown myself in wine, but a proper lady doesn’t drink too much alcohol, especially when the party she’s attending is a celebration of men.’ ‘Don’t tell me that you’re going to start saying that a proper lady drags a man away from his comrades so that she can have fun with him inside her bedchamber?’ a chuckling. She had changed.She wondered if it truly was her body trying to catch up to her lifestyle, but her bra, formerly form fitting was stretched a bit, her bosom pressing out the top. She looked much hotter that way Katrina thought to herself, but was just stunned that her chest seemed to have grown 3 to 4 inches in just two weeks. But that wasn’t all, her hips had expanded, her lace bottoms were now just digging in a tiny bit into her sides, and again Katrina thought she looked a bit better that. He showed me through the house to the dining room, which was coveredwith steaming plates of delicious smelling authentic Indian food. Not sinceleaving Bangalore had I smelled such smells! Seated at the table was a girlabout my age. Roger told her not to be rude, and she put down her iphone andstood up. She was thin, as many Indian girls are until they get married, withhigh firm breasts (or a very good Victoria's Secret bra). Her skincomplexionwas very light, and her hair long and dark. Her.