The applause and whistles were almost deafening.A young lady who was standing close by rushed over and said, "You have the perfect tits. Are they real..., and can I touch them, please?"I smiled at her and said, "Yes, they are God-given, and I'd be pleased for you to touch and fondle them."She reached up rather tentatively, and I said to her quietly, “Don’t be shy. I love to touch and be touched.” I took her hands and pressed them firmly against my breasts. I guess that broke the ice and set the. Living near theArctic Circle I was more accustomed to triple glass windows and centralheating. Well in for a penny in for a pound!I kept looking at the school grounds rolling by the slow moving taxi. Iwas amazed by the amount of rather young girls that seemed playing onthe grounds. They all had this uniform thing on with knee socks and allthat sort of things. I figured out that they must be a visiting group ofchildren. Back home in Finland in my "alma mater" there was a lot ofschool kids around. Basically it's something that we lie on. So I ask her if she have a sample but she doesn't. She suggested that we go over to her house as it's just across the road so I agreed. When we got there there was no one home as her parents r out to work. I told her that she could take her jacket off as there's only us n she didn't have to be so formal to a Friend n she agreed. I walked over behind her n help her to take her jacket off n she thanked me. Not knowing that I was looking down into her dress. I had green eyes and I still had very light brown hair and blonde streaks from earlier years, I guess. A lot of kids start off blond, I’m a golden brown now...but I digress. We had scheduled naps every day; I would always sleep in David’s bed because, once again, Steve scared me. Being the youngest of the kids that were babysat by Lucie, I eventually ended up being the only one left in the group because the others had all left to start kindergarten. That’s when Steve put his plan into motion..