Mama Rosa specialized in old-style southwestern food. She had handmade tortillas, three kinds of fresh salsa, one mild one hot and a third that only t...he brave ordered. She usually had a posole that Wayne enjoyed. And on Sundays, she would have Menudo. But she always complained that she couldn’t get good tripe and wouldn’t call it Menudo. Today Wayne got his usual posole and two tortillas. When he offered payment, as usual, Mama Rosa refused. She held Wayne in high regard and felt that he. Then I sawJonah had not rubbed it onto his chest."Shit Jonah, we better be in this together or I'll sneak into your roomand muss up your maid's uniform and tell mom you're a sissy too if youchicken out now!" I yelled."OK, OK, I was just curious to see what will happen," he said as herubbed the cream onto his chest. But it looked a lot less than he put onmy hand!Just then, my chest got tingly and tight, I could feel my chest swelling,I could see breasts growing before my eyes!I gasped for air. The one that introduced herself as Cecile reminded me of Barbara, the shortstop I was going on the date with that night. Cecile was short and had an even more pronounced ass than Barbara. Noreen was tall and thin without much of an ass at all. The girls' breasts were proportionate to their behinds.They claimed to have heard all about me from Ned and someone else they refused to identify. They also claimed to be college dropouts, taking some time off from their studies to restock their. Welcoming me to explore. “Touch me again. Touch me there.” And my finger finds the little nub, already swollen. And I touch you there. Again your body spasms and your hips arch upwards, thrusting at the air. “Don’t stop.” I can feel the wetness flowing from your body. My fingers search for the opening and slowly, gently, enter your body. Your hips arch upwards, and my finger plunges deeply into you. Your breath escapes in a hiss. Your back arches again. Your hips press.