They were formed as perfectly as their mistress, only tiny versions of her. They stood about 3 feet high and their assets almost matched hers. Not qui...te. She was perfection. They were tiny replicas that attempted but failed to radiate her exquisite beauty. But they would have made any normal man wish to possess them. They did not have far to go. Almost within moments it seemed they were entering the gates of a villa unlike any he had seen. In fact, he had never seen any villa. They were foreign. When it comes to a man’s normal issue of semen, it comes in varying strengths. Some writers (like me, for instance) occasionally use silly terms like “man milk” to describe or identify what comes out of a man’s cock in this kind of situation. If you were to take that idea to extremes, it would work like this:Some men produce the equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. Then you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm count is respectably higher. Those guys you see with six or. Welcome to our home."Steve had risen as she approached, and bowed in turn. "I am Steve Miller. I came here on a quest, which I fear I will not fulfill here, but I am told that there is an issue in this house that I may be able to assist with."Suri gestured Steve to be seated again, and sat down as well. "If you mean that this family does not welcome the fact that I am part of it, and that I in turn wish to live elsewhere, then yes, there is a problem. If you can help us, or rather me, then I. .. I'm sorry," Jane said, flustered."Don't worry. It just means that I have to worry about mine gettingthat big," Rachael said."Your figure is perfect," Jane said."Yeah, but I'm not quite 15. We don't know what we will get when wehit 18 or so. Why did you get three sets of implants?" Carlos paid for them," Jane said. "We were so drugged up we wouldagree to anything. Mine were about the size of your mom after thesecond implants. Then that bugger got another set put in to make metwo more sizes.