Michael
Tiffany never struck me as the type to get a boobjob, but I tried staying out of it. After her surgery, she was laid up in her bed for a while, and that’s when I saw how freaking huge they were. Couple that with her blonde hair, and she looked like a completely different woman. She acted like one too.
“You’re so cute, Michael. I wish your father took after you more.” she said, looking at me with an intensity I wasn’t used to, her eyes moving up and down as she bit her lip and gazed at me provocatively.
“Thanks.” I said, chuckling nervously. I wasn’t used to being hit on by an older woman, and it instantly turned me on. It didn’t make any sense why she was suddenly so flirtatious, but it was constant and it got to the point where I found myself around her all the time.
Dad tried
