* Jaxxen * Coralee rolled out of bed maybe twenty minutes after I did. I heard her puttering around in her room before I went down to start the coffee. She's wearing that fugly sweater with a shy smile on her freshly scrubbed face, but I can't help but frown. "There are clothes up in your room that should fit you. Please, wear them." Hands on hips, she asks, "Are you saying you don't like what I'm wearing?" "No, I actually don't," I chuckle at her prissy tone, "Why do you hide behind ugly fucking sweaters?" She flushes a pretty pink, "No reason. Fine, I'll change." "Good." I grin at her backside. I finish packing up the food just as she comes back wearing fresh jeans that hug her ass and a light blue flannel shirt that causes me to stare at the tits straining against the material. Fuck me, she's big-breasted! How am I suppose to keep my eyes and hands to myself now? She catches ...