"Yeah, that'd be nice." I stood there as she scurried around the kitchen grinding the beans and setting up the coffee maker. I couldn't help but stare at her. Ashley was right. Donna was in a league of her own. Her bra-less breasts clearly defied gravity and appeared to be generous in size, but were not gargantuan. Think Marilyn Monroe or Raquel Welch. Her ass appeared to be shapely, from what I could tell anyway, and below it were some of the best-looking legs I had ever seen on a woman. They were curvy and full, but not chunky and there wasn't a hint of flab or cellulite.
Once the coffee had brewed, she poured out a couple of mugs and put cream and sugar in front of me. We sat across the large kitchen island from each other and chatted about ourselves. Donna was studying sociology with the idea of going into social work. She admitted she loved working with kids and had volunteered at the local children's center for several years before she went to college. We talked about music and she told me she liked to play the sax. She apparently played in her high school band and was involved in a small jazz group at her college. She asked about my interests and major and particularly wanted to know how Ashley and I had met. I told her the story of the wine spill and she laughed with glee.
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