The first pickup to arrive with the farthest rear portion of the central hallway stopped in front of the location and out popped the cutest little pix...e, a girl of about six years old. It turned out her grandfather was supervising the crew. Another couple of kids hopped out of the back of the crew cab of the second pickup. I met the new arrivals wearing my usual attire, accompanied by Rose and a very sleepy Debra. The younger mens' eyes goggled.I greeted their supervisor, one Walt Shultz. His. Her hooters were huge, at least huge for her build. She was basically a small woman, standing just 5' 3" tall and weighing maybe 130. The important thing was that a significant amount of her weight was located in her tits.They were encased in a beige knit sweater with a scoop neck that revealed a cleavage valley that could have hidden a whole village of pygmies. I nearly walked into an overstuffed sofa looking between her hanging mountains instead of following the aisle.Finally I gathered. Why did we immediately think he was dicking that skank? Is it because we could see she wanted him to? Or is it because we all know if we were in her shoes Phil would have shown up to find us naked on his desk one day?”“He wouldn’t do that,” Molly admitted with a frown. “Christ, we should have known that.”“What do we do?” Tiffany wondered.“I meant what I said,” Hailey said. “I’m through with you. You do what you want. I’m going to prove I love him.”Phil pondered the parting exchange with his. All of her. From her wide open legs to the blonde hair that lie over her shoulders, tickling the outside roundness of each tittie. She began to suck on her bottom lip again and her pelvis found the same song that my hand and her toy seemed to share. Her eyes appeared to stare through me. Soon her pelvis led the way. The towel was now just a crumpled rag shoved against the bottom of the door. One foot had found a firm hold on the edge of one of the vanity doors. The other foot still looking.