During the selection of house candidates my roaming eyes come across Tyra who dazzles me with her appealing appearance. I blink and rub my eyes because I think they are deceiving me but it turns out they are seeing clearly. Her hair is tied into a high pony tail, her purple criss cross cropped sports bra lifts up her breasts making them look bigger, perkier and sexier. “Where did she get that damn outfit from?” I question myself. The thought that mother Margaret bought it for her did cross my mind but then she is an old woman, how could she possibly pick something so damn sexy? Perhaps she asked the young sales ladies to help her choose.
My eyes drift down to her toned and defined flat abs, it’s a pity that soon that flat belly is going to expand as her baby bump grows.
I flicker my drif
