XPS/Shake head to clear it
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm no expert, but that appears to be good stuff," she said. Where'd you get it?""
Harlan chuckled. "The guy at the front desk, names Bodie. He's an old bro of mine. He's also letting us use the hot tub past hours." Harlan laughed again and glanced at the security camera pointed at the Jacuzzi. "I still can't get over how great you look, Porci."
"Why thank you, Harlan."
"Gage, you know Doctor Barnes?" asked Harlan.
"Nope," said Gage, a man of few words.
"Plastic surgeon, office on Fennimore Street. That's Pam here's husband."
"You don't say."
"He's the one that made her boobs look so good."
"Lifted them only," injected Pam.
"Pam here swears they're real," laughed Harlan.
"They look fake to me," said Gage nodding, sagely.
"They are all mine," said Pam, getting frustrated.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Pam," said Harlan. "I love fake breasts."
"Ugghnnh!" she growled in frustration. Pam slid forwards toward Harlan. "Give me your hand," she ordered. When the large black man presented his hand, she placed his palm over the right breast of her bikini top.
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