I was a horny 22yr old hansome guy that had a hot car but was incredibly shy so luckilly the girls had come to me for dates , but I had no idea how to... take things to the next level.That was untill I met Karen.Karen was 19 , with massive F cup young firm tits that had begun developing at just 11. Cutting short a promiseing sprinting career when the coach had to tell her , at 13 , that he couldn't let her train anymore because of the way her bounceing stopped all the boys training.Now Karen. "I pulled a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator and used the opener under the cupboard to open them."Here you are." Thanks."We sat down at the table. She looked down at her hands as she nervously twisted the bottle in her hand. She finally took a drink, as if it was a whiskey bottle and she needed some courage."Les, I came over here to apologize." Oh?" Yeah. I should have said something the other day. I was afraid of what the other girls were going to say. I should have thought about what. “That’s not right, I made a deal!”“What seems to be the trouble, Commander?” Sergeant Rathburn asked, walking across the lobby with his men.“You said I was free to leave!” Rupert exclaimed indignantly.The sergeant nodded and replied. “Indeed I did, and you have, in fact, left the building.”An armoured hover-truck in military grey coasted to a halt outside the apartment complex. Rupert Grant was thrown unceremoniously inside, crying out with pain as he landed on the hard metal floor. He backed. She had recently gone through another growth spurt. Her parents had already had to buy her a new wardrobe, that would fit her comfortably. The robe, when she was younger, had covered her to the knees. It now barely enclosed her larger 'B' cup breasts and extra 2 inches in height. The robe barely covered her pussy and left a good portion of her cleavage exposed for anyone interested in looking.Knowing that it was just her and her mom in the house, she decided to risk the show she would put on.