Maybe a D cup I was thinking. She was wearing a nice tight blue shirt and black skirt that was just over her knee. Her legs were really thick and yes ...she was a little bigger around her waist but it looked good for size. She opened the trunk to her car and I put my luggage into it. I watched her walk the driver side of the car. Her ass was really plump and nicely shaped. Not the fat sloppy ass like big girls usually had. I came back to earth; this is my friend I need to stop having thoughts like. ’ Sir Glen stood and left the room, leaving Leif to sit and wonder what might be going through the man’s mind. Alone now for the first time since had returned, Leif looked about lost, finding himself lost. -Why do I always seem to find myself back in this predicament?- he wondered with a sigh. Already his aches were stiffing calling him back to bed. -If Taylor would only return tonight…- he pushed the thought out of his head. She wouldn’t return tonight, Sir Glen’s word was law in this. She took almost two minutes to pick out four perfect strawberries for me. Meanwhile, I had a view of her light brown puckered asshole and her glistening pussy slit as it opened up slightly. Beyond her slit was that small tuff of pubic hair. I even had a slight look up her T-shirt at her hanging breasts. My Dad was one very lucky man to be fucking that.Claudette got a sharp knife and sat across from me to cut up the fruit. Our kitchen table had a clear glass top that allowed me to look right at. Tom was an only child, whose father was a mid-level corporate manager; his mother had been the real breadwinner for a while, giving up her job only when Tom came along and when his dad started to get promoted. Tom had grown up lucky: no siblings to compete with, enough money to live comfortably, friends and family everywhere he looked. As a child he had loved soccer, which had only worked to his benefit as girls became more interesting to him. But as he matured, the exertion of sports (and the.