I had fantasized about him before but never acted on it, although I would often flirt with him. We were just hanging out in the living room chatting. ...an and I sitting on our couch and Jake on the love seat. It was getting dark out and I excused myself so I could get into something more comfortable. I went to our room and changed into a tiny pair of booty shorts without panties, a white tank top, and my bra under the tank top.I returned to the living room downstairs and they were talking about. Miri leaned toward Nelson, her robe puckering and presenting soft deep cleavage, and slid cool fingers around the back of his neck while she merged her lips with his. The kiss was slow, intimate, almost too much for Nelson to take as his head whirled. Her other hand found his lap, tracing the outline of his erection, and he bucked against her. She broke the kiss, smiled, and purred into his ear. "Someone's hungry, and Mama Miri needs to be fed too. Stand up for me, Nelson." It seemed to. At the very least it might distract him or make him flinch.I took off for my next destination, pausing briefly in my bobbing and weaving to let fly in the general direction of his shrubs. He wasted another arrow and I was under cover twenty yards from the firing line, within forty yards of him. His next shot blew through that butt like it wasn't even there. Fortunately he'd aimed high and I was flat on the ground, grateful for my lack of boobs.Only now I was out of butts and this serpent knew. This isn't a damn comedy. As it happens, the English have been making sausages way longer than the Germans, and as anyone who knows me will tell you, I love sausages. (I know what you're thinking and if you so much as fucking smirk, I swear I'm going reach out and slap the shit out of you.)Right, so I was dithering between the Toad in the Hole and the Bubble and Squeak when I was greeted by a curvaceous woman in a bright red 'Mrs Santa' outfit. She was a round woman, Rubenesqu even, as a friend.