That would have been interesting in and of itself, had it not been for the amazing rigidity of her nipples themselves. As thick and as fat as my thumb..., they also stood easily a full two inches off her breasts when erect. A sight as I said immediately caught the eye regardless of where or what you were first looking at. The moment her breasts came into view, the eyes just seemed to lock onto them. It was almost impossible not to. And the fact she had again intimated at her looking forward to. "Shelly promised that I would get used to it, and took me to the mirror.I nearly fainted. There was a girl in the mirror, although she lookedyounger than I really was. Then it stroke me, this girl was me! Iwasn't an ugly girl either. I never thought that I had such a girlishface. I started there looking at my eyes with the long eyelashes, andmy lips, that didn't need any makeup.We spent an hour playing sister and baby sister. We were on a couchwhen I laid with my head on her lap. She gave me. She began wiping up the spill when the strangest thing happened.Lydia started feeling rather warm. "Oh my, it is getting hot in here!" she said and she removed her jacket. A few seconds later she removed her blouse as well to the amazement of the men in the room! "Oh, I am sooo hot! Oh, I feel odd... I feel... God, I am so horny right now! I want to fuck someone!" she said, loud enough the whole room heard her.Mr. Wilcox was the closest (and most good-looking) man in the room and Lydia turned. (s). Looking out over the sun dappled surface of the pine-needled forest floor, I could see there were more depressions signaling more holes. A looker wouldn’t see them ... but an observer would notice right off; something was backfilled here. The blanks on the pine forest floor told me right off that the holes weren’t backfilled artifact diggings. No pot hunter would up and leave those blanks. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it gets. Archaeological sites are a.