”Every single one of the important girls in my life was telling me that I needed to talk to Jennifer. Kara, Bethany, Joyce and Stephanie. I knew tha... if I talked to Melanie and Larry, they’d say the same thing, and so would Doctor Mercer. I was being stubborn because she hurt me, and because I was afraid she’d hurt me even more with whatever bullshit excuse she came up with.I sighed, resigning myself that, really, I would have to call Jennifer and find out. “Fine. I’ll talk to her.”“Good. Once. .. couldn't possibly know ... or be prepared for, was a crazy, insane world, in which my grandfather, and Chris' grandmother had, once upon a time, been sweethearts.If I'm lying, I'm dying. It's the honest truth! The only reason she didn't take me down to the ground was that I had her by forty pounds. Then, like somebody had thrown a switch, she let me go, backed up and, as calm as could be, said "You have to be related to Dabney Randall. Bless my soul, young man, you're the spitting image of. It felt good to touch her skin as we kissed. I moved my hands up to her bra and above. Pulling her tighter.Jenny stopped kissing me. I was afraid that I went too far touching her bra. Jenny sat up across my thighs. She smiled and took off her shirts in one motion. She was wearing a white slightly padded bra. My eyes were off of hers and on that bra. I’m not normally one to stare at breasts but they were inches from my eyes. She unclasped it from behind and pushed it off of her. " There, in the doorway to the den, stood Jill and Bridget arm in arm."I can't believe this," he muttered. The women of his dreams were standing in front of him. Jill was wearing a skin tight dress made of a stretchy jersey material, with buttons down to the waist. The dress was unbuttoned below her breasts. The material was so thin and tight that almost all of her breasts were showing and the outline of her cone shaped nipples and areoles were clearly visible. It was so short, that as Jill.