I was drawn to her. I had been doing that a lot lately: Sunny, Sandy, Harri, Sam. Was I just trying to score a friend other than Sunny, or was this a ...eal connection? I had been doing a lot of that lately, too: questioning why I did things. I never used to do that before. What did it matter why as long as I got what I wanted? Now that wasn’t enough. We walked to Starbucks. I had a vente café mocha with a double shot of espresso. Jennifer had a vente skim caramel macchiato. We could drink until. Her impressive cleavage, tight taut buttocks, long slender legs and what appeared to be a very narrow waist were distracting my attention from the conversation with Dave. I was nodding my head, intimating I was still taking part in the conversation, when Mel turned over on her back. The front view was just as impressive as the rear. Mel’s breasts were at least a C cup, filling her tiny triangled pink shiny bikini, which just covered the nipple area of her breasts, which if I’m not mistaken,. He was beginning to think of her as a special friend, wishing sometimes that it could be more but accepting that it couldn't. The memory of seeing her boobs practically falling out of her bra when she was doing stretches on the kitchen floor always brought a little smile to his face and a little stirring in his underwear. Not that it would have made any difference but he supposed the two years between their ages was a lot for people in their teens, especially since he was the younger.In her. Behind all the kobolds was a house. The family’s house!“That’s it! We need to get to the house,” Tempest exclaimed.“We don’t need to do anything,” Vennoa replied. “We were told to investigate, and we’ve investigated. We can go back to the priestess now.”“We made a promise to that family!” Tempest said.Vennoa sighed. She glanced at the rest of the party, and they looked ready to wade into battle again.“Alright then, what’s the plan?” Vennoa asked.Tempest looked relieved that Vennoa had.