smart and real pretty. She’s about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is boobs and butt cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each other. "Timmy, I need a favor from you," she said with a distinctly embarrassed look on her face. "Sure, Willy, anything for you, you know that. What can I do for you? Is mom bugging you about your clothes again?" "No, it’s nothing like that, it’s different. My girlfriends are making fun of