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Tandra was the effervescent little sister of my wife Sandra. Sandra and I met in high school. We dated all the way through college, and then we got married a couple of years after that. Tandra was only two years younger than Sandra, and while Sandra and Tandra were always close as sisters, they both had quite different styles and tastes in life, men, clothes and just about everything else.I am conservative in my approach to life, but I am not dogmatic; I am practical when it comes to decision making. I prefer to please others rather than myself, although I will admit to being a small bit selfish from time to time.When I married Sandra, Tandra pulled me aside and told me I was marrying the wrong Worthington. I was shocked, because while Tandra was cute, she was not what I was looking for, since she tended to be a bit more liberal and unsettled. It was no secret that she would date just about any guy who would cave into her demands and selfish wishes.Eventually Tandra got married to a great guy. Sandra and I took bets on how long the marriage would last. That sounds horrible, but we both knew the marriage was not going to be lengthy. The marriage lasted five years longer than I thought it would. Tandra was not the least bit devastated, saying that her ex was too controlling and manipulating. Like she kaçak iddaa was not? Sandra and I had a decent marriage, but we also had our own issues. The Worthington’s were well off, as far as family fortunes, while I came from more modest means. Sandra and I bought a large half-million-dollar house in a Dallas suburb. It was just the two of us in the house. I wanted a family, but Sandra did not, and that was a constant source of friction between us. Then, unexpectedly, Tandra inserted herself into things.Tandra called Sandra one night and said she was having issues with her ex, who had demanded that she see him, even though they were divorced. Sandra suggested Tandra come spend a few days with us until she could figure out a different living arrangement and perhaps consult legal counsel about next steps in dealing with her ex.I did not have any issues with Tandra staying with us because we had a spare bedroom — a guest bedroom complete with its own shower and bath down-stairs.The first couple of days, we only saw Tandra at breakfast and after she got home from her secretarial job, for dinner. Outside of that, we hardly saw her as she secluded herself away in the guest bedroom.Friday nights are my nights out for poker with some guys from the Country Club. Sandra gets Saturday night out with the kaçak bahis ladies in exchange for allowing me a Boys night out.I staggered in the house around 1:30am on Friday night after some heavy drinking and poker playing to see Tandra lounging about on the couch, watching television.“Welcome home,” Tandra cheerily called out from the couch, scaring the crap out of me. I had not expected anyone to be on the couch. I glanced at the couch to see Tandra laying on it, sporting some gym shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. There was something different about her, but I could not really put my finger on it.“You scared the crap out of me,” I pronounced, as I made my way to the stairs which would lead me to the bed I needed.“Have a good night and sweet dreams,” Tandra added as I pounded my way up the stairs. There was something in her voice that made me think that she was up to something.The next morning, I slept in while Sandra had breakfast with Tandra. I woke up to hear them talking in the kitchen, but I could not make out what they were saying or talking about. Sandra cleaned up while Tandra took a shower. Then Sandra showered, and said that she was going to Walmart. I assumed Tandra was accompanying her.I showered and decided to grab a bite to eat from the refrigerator. I was just sitting down to illegal bahis eat, clothed in nothing but my boxer shorts, when Tandra happened out of the guest bedroom, clad in a rather revealing itty-bitty tiny bikini. Holy smokes.“I’m going for a swim,” Tandra pronounced. It was a little chilly outside, so I was surprised she was going for swim.I watched in stunned silenced as she sauntered out the sliding glass doors to the pool area behind our kitchen. I still hadn’t put my finger on what was so different about Tandra, but I knew something was different.I looked outside, to let her know I was heading upstairs for a quick shower, but I didn’t see her anywhere. Then she called out from the hot tub.“I’m over here, come and sit with me.”It was at this point, that I lost my mind. I have no idea what I was thinking. I slipped out to the hot tub, clad only in my boxer shorts.“Come on,” Tandra beckoned. “Sit with me a little bit.”And so, against any better judgement, I slipped and into the swirling waters with its steamy vapor rising skyward. Tandra was submerged up to her chin in the water.“I have to ask you something,” I began as Tandra shifted in the hot tub to accommodate me.“Go ahead,” Tandra replied nonchalantly.“Did you get a boob job?” I asked.I knew it was a personally touchy subject and perhaps taboo, but I was curious. Tandra had always had small titties and now, it seemed as if her boobs had increased in size, tremendously. My question was not meant as a pretext to anything else. I was simply curious.

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