Mary was short, dark haired, tanned... and stacked. She wore a tight pair of jeans shorts with flatly rolled cuffs that ended almost two-thirds of the way up her generous but smooth thighs. Up top, she had on a horizontally striped blue and red teeshirt that called attention to her impressive rack, chiefly by how hard it strained to contain those puppies. I remembered that Mary and Maddie had been among the first of our age to start to develop, way back when, but now that she was grown, she had really grown. I briefly wondered if she and Maddie still dressed identically every day. It would be one hell of a sight now.
Carrie was... Carrie. She was tall for a girl, maybe even five-eight now. She had been taller than me back when, but I had clearly shot past her in the last four years, as I
