Sharam waali kya baat hai, mai aapka bhai to hu, ar itna trust to aap kar hi sakti ho mujhpe. Pata ni usne phir se kya socha, ar sharmate hue apni bra... bhi khol di, ar apne haato se apne boobs dhak liye. Pr koi faayda nahi tha qki jb usne apni bra kholi to maine uske boobs dekh liye the.Di: ab ho gaya. Isse jyada nahi. Me: ab aapne haath q rakhe hai boobs me. Maine dekh liya hai. Ab haath hata lo ar mujhe acche se dekhne do. Usne haath hata liya. Mai to pura pagal ho gaya tha, uske 34d size k. " She must have been," Cinnamon agreed quietly. I barely heard her as I pictured my lost friend. "Do you... ?"I sighed again. Everybody wanted me to talk about Zoe. It got so old. She was here, but now she's gone. What more is there to say? But as I sat there staring into the light blue-green water of the pond, I discovered that I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to tell Cinnamon about this girl.I started with my first impressions. Zoe was too loud, too brash, too New Yawk. But as I'd gotten. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of, but to be honest, like these other storytellers, I feel very little remorse. So, with some trepidation, and a certain sense of “me too,” I began to write my own confession. Chapter Two. You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway and before all this started I thought I was happy. I love my kids and surprisingly, given all you are about to read, I do. "Now I'd just about bet that's your ... uh, subtle way of asking me if I'm fucking them, right?"Caught, Jeff almost shot out a denial, but then grinned. "I didn't mean it quite that bluntly, but yes."Tate took another sip of his punch, wondering aloud what they had put in it. "This stuff actually tastes good," he finished, delaying.Jeff took another sip of his punch, then grinning, "No telling. I wonder if they would be able to duplicate it. Seems to me that they just dump some of everything.