The bradfords.

"What ? Who?" I ask, wanting to hear that we'll join a family with a daughter my age, with clothes that I could borrow.

"Our neighbours the Bradfords have offered to let us stay for as long as we need." She tells us.

"The Bradf... wait where will I sleep?" I ask worried.

"Oh I'll use their guest room, as will your dad as he vomes back soon and you will share a room with your friend Ernest, that way you two will have your own room and bathroom without having to bother with grown-ups." She answers proud of the sleeping arrangements.

"But mom I can’t live with him, he's a perv. And what will I wear anyway?" I ask

"Oh don't be ridiculous, he a young boy in full puberty he is just a bit curious about girls, nothing perverted in that. He will lend you some clothes and I'll use some of Mrs Bradford's ones." She replies.

Wearing Ernest clothing is disgusting and if he gets to choose what he is lending me will be pretty embarrassing. But my mom with her enormous tits wearing clothes of Ernest's mom with her rather small B cup will cause riots and heart attacks.

We all file up in a line getting to our new home and going yo see our new rooms.