”Tiffany looked confused.“By the way,” I replied. “It’s your turn to do the dishes. You might want to have them done before your mother gets...home. You know she can sometimes be a pill about such things.”I left Tiffany alone to ponder our conversation. I retreated to my office and work. About an hour later, Tiffany stepped into my doorway. She stood in silence until I peeked up and smiled.“Do you think Mom will hate me if she knew I liked girls?” Tiffany asked.“No,” I replied. “Your mother may. I couldn’t stop thinking about poking my dick into her mouth. She had cute lips which were juicy. We had all the sodas left. I tried to kiss her lips when she gulped a bit of soda. I wanted to suck it from her mouth and drink them. But she didn’t let me do that. We both shared a good talk.We relaxed for a few minutes. She asked me if she can wear her dress. I denied it and laid her down on the bed. I started to kiss her face as I laid on her. I removed my dress and threw them aside. I removed. Astraight flush, which beat my threes! I was almost in shock!"I'll give you three months to get it done, but to prove it, prove thatyou really have the boobs, you have to appear right here and show methe boobs. Three months or the boys will be looking for you." He heldup three fingers as I walked away, still stunned that I had lost.Three months! Not only boobs, but big boobs! By the time I got home,the word had started to spread, so there was no way that I could getout of it. I told my mom, and. Kenya rolled out of bed; drug her sore, well fucked body into the bathroom and relieved her bladder. She crawled back into bed and began snuggling her fiancé. Reaching around his body, she grabbed his dick and stroked it to garner a response as she nibbled his neck. Gentle snoring greeted her as she said, “Sleep already, Julian?” Lingering snores rumbled from his throat. She turned over intending to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep in. Unfortunately for Kenya, her mind began to race..