Chapter 7: Ham Sandwiches and Cake

“Now, you two pretty little things just sit right down and relax while I get you both a nice snack.”

It was no sooner than these ‘two pretty little things’ had seated themselves at one huge, round kitchen table than Mrs Filosa was placing before each girl a glass of cold milk and a little plate of ham sandwiches.

“I was preparing these sandwiches for my husband’s lunch but there is still plenty left over for him. Now eat up and tell me all about your week, Jillian, and all about this lovely little friend you have brought along with you today.”

Mrs Filosa then placed her solid naked frame on one of the dining room chairs on the opposite side of the table to the girls. She leaned forward over the surface of that table and folded her hands together just in front of her bountiful bosom. That was a bosom that had a pair of large dark brown areolae in the middle of each breast and a pair of large crinkly nipples to complement them with. The woman’s lovely round face with such soft olivey skin then smiled so kindly at the girls before developing a real look of concern when she noticed neither girl was showing any interest in the plate of ham sandwiches. Before she was able to voice her concern Jillian had spoken up to explain their uneasiness.

“Ahhh ... ummm ... I’m so sorry ... sorry, Mrs Filosa ... but Leah ... Leah doesn’t eat ham. She is ... she is Jewish. I like ham but I didn’t want Leah to feel uncomfortable so I try to avoid it too when she is around. I am sorry, Mrs Filosa. I should have told you. It was rude of me to forget.”

“Oh, nonsense dear. It wasn’t rude of you at all” chided Mrs Filosa. “And I do wish you girls would call me Elvira. ‘Mrs Filosa’ sounds just way too formal.”

Before the naked Jillian Bernstein could make any sort of response Mrs Filosa was up out of her chair and replacing those offending ham sandwiches with two plates of cake leftover from her Friday Bridge Club.

“There ... now that’s better, isn’t it, girls! I should have asked first. Do forgive me.”

Mrs Filosa was standing by Leah and pressing her hands in and out of the sides of her large round breasts thus making the nipples swing in and away from the center of her chest with a slow steady rhythm.

“It’s OK ... Mrs ... Mrs Filosa...”

Leah paused then looked up at Mrs Filosa’s face then down at her large breasts being squeezed by those hands. She then looked down even further at that large thick triangle of dense, black, pubic hair floating right there before her face then across at her milk and piece of cake. The turmoil going on right now inside this young girl’s mind was was solely based on the idea that she would never be able to call a woman older than her by some 50 years plus by her first name. It just sounded way too disrespectful and presumptuous on her part and so it would just never happen no matter how the woman in question implored differently. It only took a few moments to settle this question in her mind and as she quickly started again with...