It's Tiffany, the stacked waitress

Jackson called out 'Who is it?' and was shocked to hear:
"It's Tiffany Polanski. You need to feel me up to compare my boobs with your sister's."

Jackson blinked. What the fuck? But now that he heard it, he did vaguely remember thinking while rubbing Jessica's boobs for her 'warm up' that if his new power worked on people outside his family, he was definitely going to have to feel up Tiffany Polanski, whose rack he had fantasized about all through high school, as soon as possible.

Ignoring his spunky sister, Jackson lunged for the door. Opening it, he found the buxom brunette dressed in a pink diner's waitress uniform, complete with TIFFANY name tag.

"You're mom let me in," Tiffany explained. "Can we get this over with quick? I left work mid-shift and my boss is seriously pissed."

"You just up and left work?" Jackson asked. "And drove here all the way from down town?"

"Yeah, well, it wasn't the best time, I guess, but you DO need to feel my boobs," she said matter-of-factly. "I'm quite sure about that. It's naked, right?"

She stated unbuttoning her uniform blouse.

"Well, it's only fair," Jackson said, eyes locking on her tits.

"This is so fucking great!" he can't help but thinking.

"This is so fucking great!" Tiffany can't help but agreeing out loud as she pulls her arms out of her unbuttoned uniform and reaches back to undo her bra.

She was bigger than Jessica. No doubt about that. And yet somehow, those glorious globes of titflesh managed to jut out even without the bra. Jackson grabbed hold and squeezed.

"WOW!" Jessica exclaims. "You're so big! I wish my titties were that big!"

Jackson looked down. He had almost forgotten his naked sister was there on the floor, still covered in his man chowder!

"Um, does she have to be here for this?" Tiffany asked, blushing. "And is that what I think it is?"

"You don't mind," Jackson thought quickly. "You're proud of your big tits and love that Jessica is jealous. You're jealous of Jessica's facial, cuz you're a skanky little slut."

"Never mind," Tiffany says with a naughty grin. "She can watch. Hell, you can grab that camera and film it if you want, Jessica. Then you can show your little friends what a REAL set of tits look like! You better enjoy your brother's sauce! Once he gets to know my girls, yours will never be enough!"

Jessica pouted.

"You heard her, bimbo!" Jackson said. "Get the camera. Maybe we can upload it to the web later so everyone can see these marvelous boobs! You'd like that, wouldn't you Tiff?"

"Hell yeah!" Tiffany enthused. "God, I wish I didn't have to go back to work, we could make a full-blown sex tape!"

"Hmm," Jackson said. He realized that Tiffany would quit her job and become a whore if he thought it was a good idea. But that didn't seem right. Neither did getting her fired so she could come over to let him feel her up. But if she had responded to that whim, shouldn't her boss?