Jillian's friend Pauline

"Who could that be?" Jacob wondered aloud.

"Oh!" Jilly exclaimed. "It's probably Pauline! I'm such a silly bimbo! I told her I'd play squash with her this morning!"

Jilly giggled. Jacob gaped in horror. Jillian's bitchiest friend was outside their house. And she was most certainly not expecting a blonde bimbo with massive tits.

Though what Jilly's big bazooms would do while running after a squash ball…

No! No, this was bad! He had to do something!

The bell rang again.

"I'll tell her she'll have to wait until you're done with me," Jilly said, grabbing one of his dress shirts. "Oooor... maybe a threesome? Pauline is cute, don't you think?"

"No!" Jacob exclaimed. "I mean, yes she's cute, but no, you can't...You stay here. I'll tell her you're sick and can't play with her today."

Jilly pouted but agreed.

"But I can play with YOU, right my Jakey?" She said, stretching his shirt across her big bazooms to precariously fasten it with a couple buttons. "Don't I look cute in your shirt?"

"Yes...yes you do," he said, pulling on a pair of sweats. He saw the BimBow on the nightstand and slipped it in his pocket. It had gotten him into enough trouble without her finding it and playing with it. "I'll tell Pauline you're sick and then I'll have you all to myself all day!"

"Oh goodie!" She exclaimed with a huge, horny grin.

Jacob left her in the bedroom and shuffled to the front door. The sight of Jilly's jugs popping out of his shirt had him half hard again! He would get rid of Pauline, then fuck Jilly again, then figure out what to do. He could handle this, damnit!

He opened the door to find a scowling Pauline, her red hair in a ponytail, a lime green tank top over her tiny tits, white leggings encasing her toned legs. She had her phone to her ear.

"Jillian has a cold!" Jacob blurted out. "She can't play squash with you today!"

"Hello?" came Jilly's bimbo voice over the phone.

Pauline looked suspiciously at Jacob.

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"She's on cold medicine!" Jacob exclaimed. "It's got her all loopy! You should let her sleep!"

"Is this Jillian?" Pauline asked, incredulous.

"My Jakey calls me Jilly Bean!" She exclaimed.

"Go back to bed, Jill," Jacob called out. "You're sick, remember?"

"OMG! Jakey, is that you? I thought it was Pauline!" She exclaimed.

"This is Pauline!" Pauline exclaimed. "Are you alright, Jillian? You sound really weird."

"Oh, I'm fiiine!" Jilly said, then giggled. "My titties got so much bigger!"

"What the...where are you, Jill?" She asked. "Are you safe?"

She was staring at Jacob as if he was a monster. She'd never liked him. She had slipped a hand in her purse as if she was considering pepper spraying him

"She's just not herself!" Jacob insisted. "The cold medicine!"

"She sounds like she's on something a hell of a lot stronger than cold medicine!" Pauline accused. "Did you roofie your wife, you son of a bitch?"

"No!" Jacob denied. "I wouldn't!"

Though what he had done was do much worse, and no doubt Pauline would think so.

The redhead pushed past him and headed towards the bedroom.

"I'm just going to check on you and make sure you're okay," she told Jilly, ignoring Jacob's impotent protest.

She was going to find his bimbofied wife there with his jizz drying on her big bazooms and then she was going to really be mad! Jacob had to stop her!

And the BimBow was in his pocket...