“Yeah, store-bought.” She giggled. “Bolt-ons, as Charlie calls them. Tell me you didn’t think they were real!” I stammered, a little surpris...d by how frank and open she was about her tits. “Ahh, well, I didn’t..I mean…” She laughed. “I really think men don’t care; as long as they're big, that's all that mattes to some guys! I’ll bet that Allison knew they were fake though, right?” “Yeah, well, she thought, you know, they might be.” “Look at you, trying so hard to be nice! Women always seem to. My Uncle gave me all this, justby sharing some of his time-I will never be able to thank him enough.In college I joined a racquetball club and played in the women's league.One of the girls I met was Linda. Linda was half African-American andhalf Italian, about 5'10" weighing around 130 pounds. A wonderful by-product of her parent's love. The only odd thing about her was that noneof the girls in the league seemed to care for her. No one talked to her, orwanted to play with her-she was an. She needed to get me some cash for the trip. When we got there she put her son in the bed room and gave him a snack. She put on the TV and closed the door. Then she ask me if I would mind just giving her a toss in the bed before I left. Its had been nearly three years and I looked like I thrill to her. She said she would make it worth my time. I said I had another to pick up, and then she said let me show you the goodies, and with in a second she was standing there totally nude. She had a nice. The light is dim and filled with smoke and the horrible stench of body odor.The man behind the door waves a hand toward the door at the end of the hall and without a word or any acknowledgement, Regina heads for it. Once inside the smell dissipates a little, but the smoke doesn’t nor does the lighting improve.“Welcome Regina,” a tall and very athletic blonde says with a moderate accent as she stands from the chair positioned behind a large oak desk near the back of the room. “It’s been nearly.