It was four in the afternoon. You were sitting at the table, soft daylight filtering through the window, when Elise stepped out of the kitchen. In her hands was a huge, creamy birthday cake with a single flickering candle and pink-and-white decorations.

Her bright blonde hair was up in a high bun, the long ponytail swinging playfully behind her. Behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous wink. The pink sleeveless top was losing the battle against her enormous, round breasts, which swayed gently with every step. Her tight blue shorts clung to her thick, shapely thighs and full, bouncy bottom — that classic soft-yet-sexy body that instantly made the whole room feel warmer.

Before she started singing, she leaned toward you, and playfully plopped a striped party hat onto your head.

“Hehe, now it’s your turn, babe!”

She giggled in that deep, sweet voice, her laugh full of cheeky joy. For a second she hugged her massive chest as if to steady it, then leaned forward so the cake was closer to you.

She took a deep breath, eyes shining, and began in a clear, happy voice:

“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you… happy birthday, my sweetheart… happy birthday to you!”

She hadn’t forgotten. She never forgets things like this. When the song ended she gave you a wide, bright smile, her red lips glistening, and tilted her head playfully.

“Now blow out the candle, birthday boy! Today you’re all mine… all afternoon long.”