We have all seen big boobed women with low cut tops, who wear them because they've got big boobs, and they love saying "Whoops! Nearly slipped out the...re!" but she wasn't an exhibitionist in any other way, and she had medium size breasts. Nothing was really on show. I couldn't tell if her body was tanned or paper white, because this long sleeved long dress covered everything, except the shape of her chest. Put it this way, anyone looking could even see they were different sizes and the left one. "I could say the same to you," said Tommy, doing a double-take at Ashley'snew facial hair and Dimitri's flawless skin."They switched your size?" asked Ashley. "More than that," said Gina. "Our height and our muscles and, according toDr. Meyer, our athletic ability." "Watch this," said Tommy, as he did three rapid handsprings, followed by adeep split. "Or this," said Gina, who picked up the basketball Tommy had been carryingand did some fancy crossover dribbling. "That is pretty cool," said. She showed some of our videos she had recorded to blackmail me to her best friend, Namono.Now, Namono wanted to sleep with me. She was a 32-year-old widowed woman with a child. Her husband died in a gun attack two years back. Sara brought Namono to my apartment. Without her saying anything, I understood why she had brought her to me. I closely looked at Namono. She was tall, black, and slim. She had braided hair. Her boobs were large for a slim body. Namono came closer to me and started kissing. Throwing her robe over herself, she stumbled downstairs. The aroma of fresh coffee led her into the kitchen where her Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, lost in thought. She wrapped an arm across his chest and squeezed him with a "Good morning" hug, but he never moved, never even acknowledged her. Scared at the apparent rejection, she whispered in his ear, "Morning, Dad. What're you thinking about? You're about a million miles away." Hmm? Oh. Morning, Sweetheart. I guess I was kind of lost.