"Unfortunately for Imogen, her idea had been thought of before. About a thousand years before. Woefully ignorant of anything to do with Quidditch, Imo...gen was unaware that it was against the rules for anyone but the keeper to take up a position blocking any one of the rings. Ron patiently explained the rule, and the acceptable way one could attempt to circumvent it."As long as you keep moving at a reasonable speed, you can fly around the rings and keep an eye out for anyone trying to score. When. I groaned in impotent frustration, watching as my discounted oranges rolled off the smooth surface before falling onto the hard floor with a squish, revealing the carton of broken eggs and the dented carton of milk inside the bag. Cartons which, of course, were now leaking their contents, slowly but surely, spreading the initial waves of destruction.“Fuck!” I cursed out, but it wasn’t enough.It wasn’t anywhere near enough for the shit day I had.“Fuckity fuck fuck fuck! Argh!!!”I kicked and. My exited hard nipples poked through. I pulled off the tee and undid the bra."Oh my god, Carl... Carlene! You have real boobs! Did you get them done? Didn't Tess find out?" Gasped Cheryl. I explained to her about the hormones and pump and how I explained them to my girlfriend. She felt me up and pinched my nipples. "My god they're nice. So cute!"She undid my jeans and let them drop so I could step out of them. Carefully I unclipped my stockings and slide them off. I pulled down my panties but. .." she paused and her eyes narrowed, "since I would guess you and I would want to chat". The discomfort of my appearance subsided a bit as indignation rose in its place. "I would assume," I dragged out the word 'assume' to place sarcastic emphasis on it, "that you and your confidant Warrington would have discussed everything you would want to know."Like clouds rolling across the horizon her facial expression swept from mild annoyance to puzzled concern, "You're angry with me and hiding out for.