Today though I needed to go to into her room to see if she had a shirt I could borrow, since all mine were dirty, because I badly needed to go and do ...aundry. I went into her room and walked towards her dresser, I went into her drawer and found a nice white shirt that fitted tight on the body, showing off my medium sized tits. After I closed the door and turned around my eyes caught something half hiding underneath the mattress of her bed. As I lifted up the edge of the mattress I realized what. She seemed to fit in nicely. John had touched his head and visualized himself in his Christ Port. He looked up, “Barbara, I am going to take our visitors to God.”“Don’t forget the two laying on the sidewalk outside the front door.” Barbara smiled. She hated fighting but had just witnessed one of the most unbelievable things she had ever seen. The men in suits were masters of their fighting arts and with very little effort the minutemen laid them all out on the floor. She couldn’t wait to tell. Monthly Reserve meeting...B and his buddy had been gone three weeks and I was entertaining my niece and nephews at Sis’ house. B’s partner’s wife we’ll call Retta came to visit, the kiddies left to play with friends so we broke out the beer. Don’t ask me how or why but the topic of conversation turned to breast sizes. [More background here – Sis had humongous tits by now, like cantaloupe sized tits, gaining at least a cup size per kid. Poor Retta, on the other hand, was still near flat as a. I glanced at her and saw her looking straight ahead with a knowing smile creasing her features. “Do you already have a room?” I asked, trying hard to concentrate on the driving. “One twenty-seven,” she replied. “Ground floor. External entrance.” The sign for the Sleepy Nest glowed white and green in the night. I pulled into the entrance and followed her directions, parking in front of the room. I shut off the car and climbed out, prepared to run round the back to open her door. She had already.