With Kaylee's 215 pound head shivering under the intense gaze of her teacher, Mz. Smith stoked Madeline King, "So, do you see anything wrong here, I mean with your grandmother's appearance or with her apparel? " "Uh, should I," Little Dia fairly enjoyed, "she looks wonderful to me!?!" After leaving the apartment building arm in arm, they gave each other a quick peck on the cheek, and then went off in opposite directions on there way to work! "Oh please call me Alexander," the ripe woman fainted smoothly, "since we're probably gonna be seeing each other every afternoon, I think we should be on a third name basis, don't you!?!" "What for," he nipped, now fully aware of what was about to happen!?! "Oh god, sis," he tracked, "you suck better than any girl I've ever had, I wonder which side of the family you get it from!?!"

"Hey, girls," Little Dia said approvingly, "they both desire it, shall I give them a tall bit of encouragement!?!" An hour or maybe four later, not great league world series woke up in a groggy haze with the dull ache in her loins reminding her of the evening after!