Eric quickly regained his footing. “Yeah, like you assholes weren’t looking.” “Yeah, she’s something,” Wes agreed. “Not like those LA g...rls. Man they’re so fake it’s not even funny. Like the last time I was there, there was this one chick--” “I call bullshit!” Jake cut in. “The other day you were just complaining about all the stuck up Brooklyn girls and how you couldn’t wait to get out of here!” Eric drifted off again as his two buddies retread the age-old argument of too-fake LA vs.. My nipples were hard, medium sized erasers. My pink areolas were the size of saucers. Kyle reached into my other bra cup and pulled out my right tit. Now both of my enormous E's were bare before his eyes."They're so fucking huge and beautiful. So soft and creamy," Kyle gasped.Kyle now had his hands full of my pillowy pale breasts. Squeezing and kneading them like bread dough. His fingers had a tight grip on my breasts and even his large hands couldn't stop my breasts from overflowing from his. She then let out a deep sigh, casually looking around. ‘This whole ‘time stop’ thing is so exciting. … I’m surprised you didn’t try this on me earlier. I think I would’ve done you in a heartbeat…’ I jokingly replied, ‘It’s a recent development.’ I then gazed down at her body. I untied the sides of her bikini bottom before grabbing and tossing it aside. My hands rubbed over her thighs, quickly moving inward. I slid a hand between them, drawing a pleased sigh and an even bigger grin from her. She. I don’t think she minds being late to work. I’ll make it up to her with a fancy dinner. I go grocery shopping again. It’s taking time to separate my accounts from Carl, especially when I’m trying to avoid talking to him at all costs. I get a new card and open a new bank account. I get a friend to sneak into my apartment and get some of my clothes, but more importantly, I ask her to get my identifying documents.Most of my time each day is spent practically divorcing Carl, and we weren’t even.