<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">The metal door to her apartment opened wide, and Scara's eye grew to match. The woman standing before her had been an old friend, one she'd known a long time ago in her distant past. That part of her past that included men and women paying for her services and time. Tears began to roll down her face as Scara threw her arms into the air and tackled the woman standing before her.<br/>
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"Tamara you bitch what the hell!?" Scara was hugging the woman </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">ferociously</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">, both sets of giant breasts squished together. <br/>
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"Haha, It's good to see you too Scara." Tamara returned Scara's hug as pet her old partners hair. "It's been too long, and do you know what I had to go through to find where you were?" Scara leaned up, straddling Tamara as she pushed up a tad onto her elbows. "Corporal Phim, had a nice ring to it." Tamara smiled at Scara, whose robe had come undone, her breasts hanging out fully exposed. Tamara bit her lip and leaned forward, forcing Scara off. The young woman had always dreamed about playing with those beautiful and bountiful boobies, but with the close friendship the two shared ahd never wanted to ruin it. Scara stood up and brought Tamara inside.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Tell me everything, How did you get here? How did you find me? I mean it's not like I went off grid on purpose but still!" Scara was babbling, completely unaware that her open robe was still showing off her body. "Here, tell me while I cook us breakfast. And then I'll take you on a quick tour of the city." Scara began preparations for breakfast as Tamara picked up Marcus's note and read it aloud.</span></span><br/>
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"Scara,<br/>
Had to report to the command center will see you later tonight when I am off duty.<br/>
Marcus" She had lowered her voice trying to sound sultry as she read the letter, her heart sinking a little.  "Oh I can't wait to meet Marcus. He sounds...well endowed." Tamara and Scara laughed and spent the day together, making sure to arrive home before Marcus was off.<br/>
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By the time Marcus would have been arriving, Scara was sitting on her stomach, shirt off, while Tamara straddled her butt, massaging out all of Scara's stress and knots.</span></span></span>