"Yeah, that'd be nice." I stood there as she scurried around the kitchen grinding the beans and setting up the coffee maker. I couldn't help but stare at her. Ashley was right. Donna was in a league of her own. Her bra-less breasts clearly defied gravity and appeared to be generous in size, but were not gargantuan. Think Marilyn Monroe or Raquel Welch. Her ass appeared to be shapely, from what I could tell anyway, and below it were some of the best-looking legs I had ever seen on a woman. They were curvy and full, but not chunky and there wasn't a hint of flab or cellulite.

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