Going in the Other Direction

Douglas came home at his typical time of 9 p.m. Faith was already asleep. Her large milk-filled breasts rose up and down as she breathed. She was pushing 200 pounds now, at 5'4. She wasn't keeping her pussy hair trimmed like she used to, and her pussy and ass were now very hairy. She was still innocent, still naive, but the lack of care and maintenance was irritating. But he'd gone for the babysitter, and accepted the trailer park life, so could he really complain? He looked down the street, where Faith's sister Jenny lived. She was still up. She'd dropped out of her senior year and started stripping at Gold Digger, the fancy strip club. So tempting. So fucking tempting.