A large house with two floors and a rooftop with a belltower, and possibly enough space for Galio to land there. And this was only the front Sett coul... see, he suspected that the whole mansion would be much more extensive once he was inside. He knocked at the wooden door and waited patiently. After a few seconds, he heard steps from the other side and a muffled voice, coming closer to him.The door opened and Sett looked down at the black-haired woman in front of him, he knew very well. Her hair. I carefully parked Ron's truck exactly where I had found it, removed my shopping bags, and stole quietly up the stairs to my room. By now, the movement of my breasts as I walked was almost second nature to me, but as I climbed the stairs, I was suddenly aware again of just how light and bouncy this new body of mine was! It seemed as if every step I took caused a jiggle first at my front, then at my rear. I wondered if wearing a bra and proper underthings would put a stop to this, but then. It was only one of two houses on the street. There were several cars parked all around. Monica didn’t feel good about this. Usually she looked forward to these dance parties, as a form of making money and expressing herself, but she’d never done a party this big. They got out and approached the house. All the lights were blazing, and some kid they didn’t know let them in. The parties were usually downstairs and tonight was no exception. The huge basement ran the length and breadth of the house.. Dean visibly blushed but only said, "You have to remember, good things come in all kinds of packages."Deanna thought, 'that was a cute thing to say, but also somewhat curious'. Dinner was wonderful. It was filled with good food and great conversation. The more they talked the more they peeled things away from their lives. It was like peeling an onion. The more they peeled, the more they uncovered. Mostly it was an understanding that they had so many things in common and learning how much more.