It’s Show Time!
Bella Carcouski was pissed. Her star performer, the biggest draw she’d ever had, had gotten herself pregnant. That girl was one of a kind. God knew where she would find a replacement with t**s like that. Then, as if able to sense her problem, Carolyn called. So, here she was on a lovely sunny fall afternoon in her Porsche Cayenne making her way through the streets of Carolyn’s neighborhood.
She was a natural redhead and just beginning to show the first wispy traces of rusty gray. She had put on some weight, but put it on in all the right places. She was wide-hipped with a trim waist and an overly full bust line that hadn’t seen a bra in years. Her breasts were so large and sumptuous Carolyn had once said when Bella sat her boobs settled in her lap like an overfed cat.
