I filled out a B cup nicely.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Nice I thought.
My waist was tiny and my hips were like a woman’s. (more…)
Thankfully they all were whiskey drinkers as well and were quite happy to avoid the cliche of champagne. (more…)
“I get to wear an apron, don’t I? You wouldn’t want your slut to get a burn, would you?” “Only on her ass. (more…)