Enter: Monica...

At noon finally the doorbell rings.

John looks again towards Amy who jumps, making her teddy clad boobs bounce. In her high heels she clappers down the hallway and with a way too enthusiastic "hiiiii!" She opens the door.

John shakes his head. Amy has been up early and constantly been on the move since. She bathed, shaved, creamed and what not else! And she put on gorgeous makeup and the lingerie he only gets to maybe see on his birthday!

John sighs again, then he watches Amy strutt into the living room, he oggles her swaying hips and stocking clad long legs as she makes her hips sway deliberately, shaking her phat ass for... for Monica, who she's talking to excited.

After Amy walks Monica and her presence fills the whole room. Shes tall, very tall, shes over a head taller than Amy and obviously of latin american descend, judging by her caramel skin and long, curly, brown hair.

Her face is sharp, with big brown eyes, a straight nose and full, pouty lip. With a single word, she's beautiful.

Her outfit screams "confident ", Monica is wearing a Short white top, showing a bit of her abbs and a lot of cleavage while leaving her muscular arms exposed.

Her small waist flairs into thick thighs in painted on shiny pants. Her legs go on forever. Then Johns oggling gaze glues itself to the bulge. The python.

She has a cock. Not a penis, a COCK. Its thick and lays on her thigh, pressed there by her pants, and it goes on and on, down half her thigh. Even her balls leave a substantial bulge!

Is gets bigger and bigger as Monica continues to walk toward John on her high heeled sandals. She stops with her crotch mere inches from Johns face. Suddely her hand is in Johns hair and tilts his face upwards. She looks a bit exasperated.

"Its rude to stare like this, you know?" She says, her voice has this Latino husky undertone and John blushes.

"Awww, he's shy! Come on, stand up and greet me properly." Monica coos and her other hand grabs into Johns shirt and without visble effort she lifts him up to stand, making her already toned arm suddenly bulge.

John is way too surprised to react in any meaningful way when he finds himself suddenly pressed against Monicas very hard and equally soft body, his face forcefully plunged into her large boobs.

Now finally Amy speaks up: "Uhm, Monica, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry darling, we're just established a pecking order" Is the answer John hears, muffled ny the amazing smelling clevage. Suddenly he is moved again, now Monica has him by her side, an arm around the back of his neck, seemingly friendly, but her biceps and forearm are kind of boxing in his face.

"Now Amy, let's settled down somewhere and talk a bit and get to know each other, right?" Her arm flexes suddenly a lot and she looks expectant at John

"Right?!" She repeats, her arm flexing even more.