"Wait, wait," she wept, "I'll do it."Not wanting to feel him touch her again, she reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her lacy ...panties. Then slowly, she peeled them down her long, shapely legs then bent over and stepped out of them. She could feel his evil eyes on her breasts as they bounced and wiggled."Hey, the carpet matches the drapes," he laughed as she stood back up, "and the carpet is deep pile too." Oh, My, God," she groaned, blushing brightly as she realized he. "I sat my generous rear back onto the bed and bent over to put them on,having a little more difficulty with it than I should have. When I gotup I felt better, just like I always do when I put on heels. Makes mefeel taller. Heck, with these babies on, I was probably only about fouror five inches shorter than the girl who was helping me.But wait, she wasn't here to help me, I thought. She was here to ask aquestion. "I'm sorry, miss, what was it you wanted to ask me again?" Oh!" she said, as. I tried it a couple of times while I was imagining what we would be doing, kind of like a rehearsal. But then I became concerned that if I did it too much I might not be able to perform when the time came. I was too ignorant to realize that at fourteen, that is not a problem.Just to add to my discomfort, on the Tuesday before the Fateful Friday I ran into Snookie at a neighborhood store where I had gone to get a soda. I was nervous about seeing her, but she didn't seem to be at all. Natalie sobbed and gasped, her pelvis arching off the bed and her legs splayed wide apart, as Jenny brought her to two shuddering climaxes, one hand ramming two fingers deep into her cunt and the other hand squeezing and kneading one of her magnificent breasts.In the wake of her orgasms, Natalie collapsed back on the bed, trembling with slight shock and with her senses in a whirl. Jenny looked down at her pretty conquest, admiring yet again the swell of those amazing breasts. Then she bent.