<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>Profiles:</b></span><br/><b>Name:</b>Namia Xephos<br/><b>Age:</b>19 1/2<br/><b>Personality:</b>Outgoing, loves to speak her mind, understanding, low-tempered.<br/><b>Appearance:</b>Wavy dirty blond hair that ends at her waist, soft green eyes, fair skin. She is a D-cup.<br/><br/><b>Name:</b>Cassandra (Casey) Xephos<br/><b>Age:</b>37<br/><b>Personality:</b>Peppy and caring, though she dotes quite a lot on her daughters boyfriend, just for fun though.<br/><b>Appearance:</b>5'4'' with big hips that make a perfect hourglass with her round butt and large breasts, DD. she has long black hair and black eyes.<br/><br/><b>Name:</b>Arthur Wallace<br/><b>Age:</b>19<br/><b>Personality:</b>Has an innate sort of clumsy charisma; seems a little inhibited at first, but is a very thoughtful and intelligent man beneath his usual quietness.<br/><b>Appearance:</b>Short-cut brown hair, large brown eyes. Well-defined body: muscular, if somewhat sinewy. Very tall frame that has recently fleshed out from its once relatively lanky status into a much more powerful body type.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Arthur slicked a hand through his hair and let out a small breath. He was headed to the home of his somewhat-new girlfriend for dinner (at her home, no less!): they'd been dating for a few long weeks, now, and things were going pretty well. He'd even been introduced to her mother somewhat early on. He was excited for the relationship but he always carried with him an inhibited sort of anxiety. Wanted to make sure he made a good first impression, wanted to be sure he didn't say anything stupid.<br/><br/>The man was wearing a somewhat tight t-shirt which hugged his muscular frame, and similar jeans that hinted at the impressive bulge he was packing. He'd filled out quite a bit in terms of muscle and flesh over the past few months - lots of time at the gym and eating well - and his wardrobe hadn't quite recovered from his gawkier days just yet. The man was walking down a sidewalk in a modest little neighborhood until, finally, a familiar house came into view.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat a single time and then walked up to the door, rapping his knuckles against it. Arthur leaned back a bit, up on the balls of his feet, and waited for someone to answer.