I put on a pair of boxers.That afternoon I wrote a couple of chapters in my latest book while Jessie watched television.Around four I got a call from ...Sheriff Langston."Hey, Ray. Was there a problem in my report," I kidded."No, not at all," he said. "Just thought I'd let you know what I found out about Jessica's mother. It seems she hightailed it out of Kentucky because she had ripped off some drug dealer. They found her body in an alley down in Florence, South Carolina. They can't pin it on. ” Kendra laughs for a second and Jill asks, “What’s up?” Kendra smiles and says, “Well, this weekend, I would have to say Check, Check, Check AND Check!!” I turn bright red as she said that. She said enough all night about the flight home and with innuendos, but this was much more blatant. Jill comments that with everything you said, we must live out all of our fantasies. Kendra has another drink and says “Well, we have a good time, but there is one I have but could never make it work out.”. This story takes place during the summer post junior year. As I said, I was essentially living at Jon’s place at this time. So, let’s get to the point. Jon’s mother was a smokeshow. Her name was Donna. She was probably in her mid-forties at the time, so pretty old for a smokeshow, but man was she fine. Honestly, think Sharon Stone. That is an accurate description of how hot she was. She had mid-length blonde hair, a fit body, roughly C cups, a tight ass, toned legs, and the sexiest, most. .." I need them appraised." Ok. Well... uh... how big are your... ?" My tits? It's OK to say, 'tits'. 44 double D" Holy shit!" You don't believe me? Here... let me open my blouse... see?" Oh my God. Ohhhhh my God. Ohhhh yes m'am... they're beautiful. Just beautiful. And... so big... and full and..." Yep. 44 double D. You want to touch them?" No! That's all right. I can't believe this." You can't? Just like a man. You want more proof? OK. The label is inside my bra, just give me a second to.