We cleaned up and were ready to go within the hour. We ran into Michael in the lobby checking out. We convoyed to the airport and met up at the ticket... counter.Michael was bumped up to first class with us. We checked our bags and took our boarding passes to the security gates.We had an hour before boarding so we sat in the bar. Tamara left us and went to shop for some souvenirs. Michael and I chit chatted. He told me a few war stories from his movies. I really like this guy. I felt I had a new. . what were they? Bray, Bry, what were they called? Those things you were supposed to cover your tits with under your clothes. She had been unsure and wary of them, but now realized that she had made a terrible faux pax. He probably didn't like pregnant girls anyway.For now, her breasts were the only things she could do anything about. 'They must be too small,' she thought. 'I thought they were pretty big, but some strippers are larger still! If I could make larger bosoms, he would like me!'. It had been about six weeks since mine and pauls meeting, and i couldnt stop thinking about it. My feelings of disgust had changed to curiousity and i couldnt stop thinking about him moaning as he swallowed my cum. He had gone away for the summer to stay at his dadsand i was nervous about him returning, if he told anyone of our mates my life would be over. But anyways. So one day im around a mates house having a few whiskeys and a smoke playing ps3 when paul turns up with a few more of our mate. I put two fingers on the top of the shaft of my cock tp push it down and walked in behind and between Kat’s legs. When our hips were almost touching I slowly released my cock and it lifted up against her pussy. I put my two hands on her back and began massaging, looking for any signs of resistance. There were none. I stroked myself slowly against her crotch and I could feel the wetness that had built up as she was playing with herself. After a few moments of rubbing and massaging her I pulled.