A few were visibly pregnant; others held glasses of champagne like they'd been celebrating my return since the plane touched down.
As soon as we stepped out, they swarmed — hugs, kisses, soft exclamations of relief.
But their eyes quickly shifted to the new arrivals.
Gabriela stepped out first — tall, curvaceous, dress clinging to every perfect inch. A low chorus of appreciative murmurs rippled through the group.
Jessica tilted her head, smirking. "I know why husband likes them… if I were a man, I'd want to bury my face in those tits too."
Paige laughed. "Those thighs… god, look at them. Thick and strong. Perfect for wrapping around him."
Isabella stepped forward, eyeing Gabriela with playful envy. "Sister… how old are you?"
Gabriela blinked — then smiled warmly.
They whispered for a moment — ages exchanged — and Isabella's eyes widened slightly.
"I'm calling you elder sister from now on," she declared with a grin.
