Turns out, she was the birthday girl's mom.She was preparing to add the final touches for the birthday party and was preparing the cake, when she noti...ced you and asked if you could spare a hand to help her out.As you helped her finish her cake, she wondered why you weren't out there playing with all the girls.You explained to her that girls had cooties.She laughed, "Well, I'm a girl too. How come you aren't afraid of me?" Because you're really pretty." You admitted unabashedly."Well, isn't that. First up: bump their cup sizes up a size each.The change is pretty minor: but each of the girls instantly seems to notice it. Wasn’t really expecting that, but no big deal.The girls look pretty confused.“Did you feel that?” the blond asks the brunette. “Ya!” she says, lifting her breasts as if in disbelief. “What the heck just happened?”“Ooo!” squeals the red-head, pressing her bust together. She’s wearing a shirt with a very low-cut neckline, and her bra strap has broken. She must have already. It wasn’t much, just a small carpeted room, maybe eight feet by ten feet, with a small desk, chair, overhead light and desk lamp. I would sign in at the library, get the room key, and tell Sarah the room number. Sarah would wait five minutes and then go up to the room. If we planned ahead, Sarah would put a blanket in her back pack so we could spread it on the floor. More often than not, however, we would run into each other on campus, and it would be more of a spur of the moment thing. With. Mrs. Kelly had finally finished her writing, turning around. Her eyes shot towards the couple having sex, and lingered there for a few seconds, before her eyes wandered over the rest of the class."Okay everyone, let's calm down, shall we?" she said.It was clearly a friendly instruction, rather than a request, but some of the student's eyes remained glued to the girl bouncing up and down on the boy's cock, his hand now tangled in her pretty, long hair , dictating her pace."Well, since everyone's.