Small!” she managed, “There . . . sob . . . like cherry tomatoes compared to some!” she sobbed again and broke down in another fit of tears.When... she’d calmed down I took her chin in my hand and looked into her eyes.“Jess, there is no way! That your boobs are tiny,” tentatively, I lifted my free hand to her breast, cupping it in my hand I gently pressed against it.“Look,” I whispered, “I can’t even fit it in my hand,” (Baring in mind, I was quite tall, and muscled for my age, so my hands were. "Shall I leave you untied?" I asked, "For now?" Please!" she replied."Then hold your titties out so I can get at them ," I suggested, "Cup them." She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so inviting, and her nipples such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, "Left nipple, Right nipple," I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said "Clit," and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded. Coach Haskins handed me a Sharpie and I went and signed autographs. The first person in line was Kendra Bianco.“I gave you an autograph last night.”“We wanted to know if you were free for dinner tonight.”I motioned for Miranda to join us and Kendra asked again.“Tami told me you were all going to a pizza place,” Miranda said.“It sounds like the team is going to Monical’s. You’re welcome to join us. It’s not really fancy, more of a family-oriented place,” I said, in case they expected something. When she came out, I directed her attention towards me, then all I had to do was push the other chair at my table out with my foot for her to give up and come over.“How did you know I was coming here?”“I told you I was going the same direction as you were,” I said, avoiding answering the question directly.“What do you want?” she sighed.“To listen.”“Listen?”“To why you’re sleeping in a car instead of your dorm room.”“Maybe I like it. What business is it of yours where I sleep?!” she.