She mentioned she was a size 34C, and put my hands on them. They were so very soft, but I was so nervous all I did was keep my hands in place.“You c...an squeeze them, if you want, I wouldn’t mind,” she said.“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.“Go ahead, maybe I like it rough?”Damn!Before I could do what, she wanted, she reached inside my boxer fly and had hold of me.“If you don’t squeeze my breasts as hard as you want, I will squeeze you until you scream in pain.”She certainly knows how to. Whatever happened, whateverGordon had, it had certainly improved his looks. For he nowsported blonde hair, and the acne scars were erased. To topit all off, he no longer needed the glasses. But on the minusside, all his body and facial hair were gone. And he had thissudden obsession with stocks and bonds. He'd made all hismoney selling defective software to corporate morons, and hadnever needed to worry about investing it. But he was now veryinterested in the subject. No one could. "Jill's head snapped up to make eye contact with Marie, who was changing at her locker. Jill gave the older woman a smirk and deliberately spread her legs as she grabbed her bra off the floor instead of the thong. Straightening up, Jill slowly put the front closure bra on while keeping her legs spread.Marie laughed and turned away. Jill grinned in spite of herself and pulled on her panties. With grunt she pulled herself off the couch and wandered over to the bench by her locker."Something wrong. I let Heather do most of the talking at breakfast. Mom was OK with myexplanation about not sleeping well for why I was so quiet. And then itwas time to catch the school bus. Yesterday I'd owned a new Mazda;today, I was too young to drive. There were two bookbags by the door.Which was mine? Oh. The one with the "B" on it. It was _heavy_. At leastfor a teenage girl. I followed Heather out the door and down the blockto wait for the bus.***By the end of the day, I was pretty well tapped into being.