. on m'a dit du "N" de bonnet. 34N.......Gros comment ? Des ballons de basket ? Des ballons de plage ? Des...Gros comme... gros comme des pastèques, ...maman. Mes seins sont gros comme des pastèques."Il y eut un moment de silence, puis Marge poussa une sorte de long couinement de jubilation avant de raccrocher.Depuis qu'elle avait quitté la demeure familiale pour aller étudier à Princeton, deux choses importantes s'étaient mises à changer dans la vie de Lisa Simpson. La première était... sa. ?Two orgasms in less than twenty minutes.?Anna giggled. ?Yeah. That was pretty wonderful. And they were so, so powerful. I thought that the top of my head would blow off both times.?Then Anna added, ?I hope that our little get together doesn’t change our relationship.??Oh I hope it does,? replied Amy. She turned her head and kissed Anna on the lips. ?We can still be best friends. But now I’m hoping we can also be lovers.?Anna blushed again but returned the kiss eagerly. She slid her. . that's almost intriguing," Maura said. "Not that I really feel any need to get back in the sack with her, but it could be amusing, yeah."I stroked up her skirt and along her thick round thigh. "So tell her what we want in return--" I can't believe I'm negotiating the terms of a fuckfest," Maura said. A couple of people around us scowled. "Oops," she said, and laughed.I have to give it to Maura, she dragged negotiations out with Kristin unmercifully until she bent to our will. Of course at. " Unwilling?" Myr seemed to recoil. "You mean, they didn't give you a choice?" Slaves don't get choices," I sighed."Some do," Myr assured me. "I do." The revelation that Myr was a slave frightened me. That she was Cyl'Dia's slave stunned me. The fear in me grew immense and suddenly I was fighting Cyl'Dia, slapping at her. But she still wore the protective padding that went with her armor and I was doing little more than getting her attention. She dropped me, however, in my squirming, and I.