It was your mind that refused to do what we wanted; not your breasts. You accuse boys of being unable to stop thinking about them, but the truth is th...at you're even worse. You spend most of your life guarding your breasts from every single male, as if something terrible would happen if any boy saw any part of your chest. Carol and half the girls in our class exposed their entire top half this morning, nipples and all. Did any of them suffer from it? They laughed at the stupid boys, had some. "I'll take my chances on the bet, Callie."We all gathered in the lounge on my floor to watch the game."Look at all them ugly noggins," Tim joked. Almost all the Red Sox had shaved their heads after game two of the Oakland series, a morale thing that Kevin Millar came up with. So far, it was working."Why didn't Nomar shave his head?" Melanie asked."He's exempt," I laughed. "Millar exempted him, because he's getting married after the season. To Mia Hamm, the soccer player." Millar probably was. She got aroused and started to make hissing sound (ohhhh) which I feared if people come to know then what will happen. She understood our situation and used her dupatta and her shawl to cover herself. I took my hand inside the shawl and put inside her bra and started rubbing her both boobs. My big lund was getting harder n harder whose pain was unbearable to me in my jeans. She lifted her bra so that I can touch them n message them. While massaging she also got aroused a lot. I moved my hand. " Good idea darling," she smiled. "Get your kit off and get in, you've done more to earn this than I have." Behave, mum, you never know what I might get up to in there."I laughed and refilled my empty glass."We'll just have to wait and see then won't we?" her eyes were shining as she met my gaze above the rim of her glass, she took a long pull of the cigarette.Not once did she avert her glance as I took off my tee shirt and stepped out of my jeans, only when I shed my underpants did she look.