"Jesus!" Carol breathed as her hand gripped mine, "It's Connor! The randy old goat, he's married!" Have you seen Mrs. Connor?" I asked giving her warm...hand a gentle squeeze, "Dad's van is thinner than she is. God, look at the tits on Miss. Thirlby!"I'd always admired the woman's tits, but seeing them now in the raw was a real treat and for once I was glad of my sister's voyeuristic tendencies, though I did wish for a more powerful telescope so that I could get a better view."Mine are better. " Don't give me a line of shit, lady. There's plenty of room in this house. Ten people could live here with no problem and there's only two now." Well, I guess you can use Amy's room until..." Listen, Lucy," interrupted Karen. "I'll make the room assignments around here. Oh, have I touched a nerve here?"Karen was watching Lucinda turn three shades of red. Lucinda absolutely hated being called Lucy. She hated being called Lucy for as long as she could remember. Even as a child, no one got away. After talking for a few minutes, I realized who she was and that I hadn't known she wore glasses. I had had the hots for this gal since I was a teenager and had first seen her when she was dating my cousin, I was always so jealous because I thought she was so fine. I am sure that there was probable some jacking off sessions dedicated to her, back in them days! Her usual outfit that I had normally always seen her was tight jeans that really showed off her nicely well rounded ass and tight. I have mentioned before that the only time I saw her in a dress was when she had her interview for the job at the gallery. ‘They’d all laugh at you and that’s what I couldn’t stand.’ I kissed her mouth. This was not easy. I’d never seen this vulnerable side to her and I had no idea how to handle it. It was, of course, nonsense. My work-mates were a good bunch, knew I am lesbian and would never have been even remotely unkind to either of us but she didn’t know that and whatever I said was.