She started to dress in some simple pants and a baggy shirt, which completely hid her body. "Wouldn't you rather wear your new blue dress?" The blue d...ress fit her body very well, revealing her slender curves and showing off just enough skin to spark the imagination."Why? We're just meeting your old friends?" Because, we'll all be checking each other out to see how we've done since high school. It would be nice to make them a little jealous." I see. So you want to show me off?" She was. M: OMG! You’re tits are amazing!G: I know, I’m proud of them. I love to show them off! (She lowered her shirt, taking that lovely vision from me.)M: They’re real, too, aren’t they? (They looked too good to be a boob job, but for her age, I just couldn’t believe how great they were.)G: Of course! 100% natural! :)M: I can’t wait to see them in real life! G: We’ll see hehe.M: Well, of course it’s up to you, but I sure hope you’ll give me the chance you gave Chuck. M: Can I see them again?G: Sure.. I said I had traced her — I didn't say how — to the warehouse and rescued her."But that was months ago, Sampson! Do you realize how much time you've wasted?"I didn't want them to know how frightened I had been of dealing with that briefcase. I had successfully forgotten about that particular ugliness until we moved and it showed up. Like a bad penny. But this FBI guy was a real asshole. And he was scared, too."Well, I figured you were still sifting the evidence you got from that child. “Well yes actually. Megan Phillips. She could deep throat like you wouldn't believe honestly. I know we had to disturb you too at least a few times,” I replied.“Cool. Well I'm glad you are doing it with someone. A guy in his 20s should be having sex. Not a shit load of sex, but still some sex,” Hallie said.“OK this is getting a little weird mom, no offense,” I replied.Then she got right next to me and put her right arm around me.“Hey, we're just talking as mother and son. It's not like we're.