I start to softly kiss her, but obviously she wants it rough because she nearly chokes me when she slides her tongue into my throat. She quickly tears... off my shirt and starts to leave a trail of dark marks down my chest as she works on my pants. ‘Wow Michelle, what’s gotten into you?’ ‘I don’t know, but I know what I want to get into me.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘You,’ With that she hopped off of the tailgate and pushed me down onto it. While we were talking she had gotten my pants down without me even. .. this can’t be.”Somehow, overnight, my breasts had grown another cup-size. I was no longer the B-cup that I’d been so happy with the previous morning (and extremely happy with the previous night) - I’d somehow grown two cup-sizes in two days. I’d gone from being the nice, sexual, respectable girl ... to being what Marty had called “Girl Plus”. Not a compliment, not when you knew what it meant.C-cups ... were easy. Not nearly as bad as D-cups, of course, but certainly not prudes. As someone. “Wow sir, it’s ok if you take your vest off sir, you look hot sir” Brian said, his eyes were red as he focused on my vest sticking out, “Oh yes sir, its hot sir, we won’t tell if you take your vest off sir” Simon added and as I pulled my vest off over my head I did take a quick look at their laps and could evidence a bulge in both of them. I was now standing there totally naked as Simon passed over the joint.We were all giggling at my nakedness, “It is hot sir, can I take my shirt off sir, is. Then I grabbed Fran. She was a redhead with really big tits. I told her that she could help me get hard two more times. She giggled and walked with me up the stairs. Stella reminded me that I couldn’t fuck Fran for another week or so. Then she told me that an approximate schedule was posted on my bedroom wall. I had been way too busy to look for anything like that.Once back in my fertility room I checked out the schedule. It had all seven girls listed, when their last period was, their fertile.