She looked at her tits becoming transparent under her thin top.“My, my, Karen, Mother Nature certainly has been kind to you. Your beautiful looking ...reasts tell us you’re the right age for the contest, right fellas?” Jerry asked, and the men cheered.“Are you married or single?” He asked, gazing at her tits.“I’m very married to my sexy husband, Dan,” she smiled, looking for him.“Is he here to cheer you on?”“Yes, he is. Dan always says I have great looking tits and we love showing them off to men. I sat in the living room with my laptop. I wore my briefs and white tank. Deanna is Carrol’s daughter and is almost 21. She looks just like her mother and has a smoking body. Deanna can be a little bitch and is somewhat spoiled by her mother. Her father lives on the West coast and they don’t have much contact except for the occasional money for birthdays, Christmas, etc. She quietly slipped into the house. I never heard her. A few weeks prior she came home from college with her sophomore year. Matt did have plenty of friends which were girls, as while he did tend to gravitate towards the nerdier hobbies there a good deal of girls into them too. With the charm and confidence he had around friends and as handsome as he was, he could have had his pick of any of the girls that he spent time with.Matt had no trouble decided who he would live with when his father told him that he was divorcing Abby, he had no trouble expressing his feelings on the subject, much to Abby's hidden delight.. As I spoke the words my mind wandered to Sylvia alone in the bar, anything but kept. I thought about her bent over a bar stool while the alpha male of the moped squadron fucked her from behind, spurred on by the jealous eyes of his subordinates. I imagined Sylvia’s dreamy, dusky eyes gazing round at the semi-circle of young men behind him, waiting to feel her cunt around their girth, waiting to pound her slender, toned haunches, to shoot their spunk up inside her. In the hushed, shabby warmth.