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Michelle sighed as she rolled over. The sun felt good on her topless body. She reached down and grabbed her bikini top. As she struggled to position the tiny, tiger-printed fabric across her massive boobies, she glanced up into the kitchen. Tom was watching her and when their gaze met, his eyes quickly fell back to the bowl of cereal her son had prepared for his friend.
She smiled a knowing smile. I shouldn’t think about Tom like that, she thought to herself. Michelle remembered all the years she had known Tom: ever since Michael first met him in kindergarten. She had given the boys countless rides to and from school, practices and sleepovers. She had made the boys hundreds of snacks over the years. Tom was practically a son to her. He practically lived at her house, for Christ’s sake.
