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you've got to swear to keep it deep, dark secret." "Sure, who's there to tell? Besides, as you said . . . Mr. Jenkins isn't here anymore." "Yeah, well. Anyway, I used to be self-conscious about my body something awful. I hated these things that were growing on my chest. I wasn't used to them, and they were kinda throwing me off balance when I walked. I felt like a freak and I was miserable all the time." "My god, when was that?" Mike asked. "A year or two ago. You didn't know me back then. Hardly anybody did. I wasn't into making friends, I was only into hating my body and stuff." Haley 's words seem to float in a surreal pattern as Mike listened to her while his fingers continued exploring her large breasts. Mike was trying very hard to comprehend what she was saying in hopes of staving off his inevitable orgasm that would put an end to his play for the day. Her words and their meanings seemed to ebb and flow in and out of busty his thought processes. Haley was saying, "Then one day Mr. Jenkins asked me if I would be interested in helping him inventory the history supplies after school that day. I always liked Mr. Jenkins . . . he seemed to take a real interest in me, and he was always pleasant and helpful if I had a question. And both my parents work, so there was no real reason for me to hurry home after school. So I told him, 'sure, I'd be glad to help him.' So after school Mr. Jenkins took me down here and he and I took the inventory." "Is that all that happened?" Mike asked, as he was both trying to absorb the feelings her fingers wrapped around his swollen cock and his fingers fondling her breasts were bringing him, while at the same time trying to ignore them as he desperately attempted putting off cumming sexy as long as possible in order to prolong these incredible feelings. Haley nodded. "That's all that happened the first time. Except for a couple of times his fingers 'accidentally' brushed against my titties, and one time when I spotted that bigtits hard huge lump in his pants. But he asked me again the next amateurs week, and this time he ended up telling me how beautiful I was, Babes and how turned on he was every time he looked at my titties . . . and my body and that really cheered me up.” “For the first time in my life somebody that was not my parents had told me I was beautiful, and they were turned on by me. And that someone was Mr. Jenkins, a grown man and my teacher. He actually told me he thought my titties were a turn on. So from that day forward . . . I no longer hated my young tits. I finally began to see some definite possibilities for those . . . growing bumps on my chest." "Growing bumps? Are you crazy? These are heavenly globes,” he said squeezing her tits to make his point. He leaned forward and began to circle her nipples with his tongue. Finally, I just said it straight out. "Wow, easier than expected" she thought “Please. And she asked how I was. I slowly pushed my cock in deeper causing her to breath heavier again. “Especially after hours of listening to Rachael talk about how good you are with that dick of yours” she gave my already solid bulge a quick squeeze. "Damn this is tight as fuck! “Do you like the idea? Faeries were birthed from the union of the God Las and the Goddess Cernere. And afterward I want to use some of our electro-shock toys on them." What time is the luau tonight?” Nicole asked. “Mm, mm, sexy your ass is fuckin' beautiful.” Julie moaned in pleasure as she felt the third man force a finger into her ass and worked the gel he had busty found from somewhere begin to loosen her up. “Yes, doctor.” Well, not today, at least. One of them pointed to an ooze of vibrant yellow that they identified as antifreeze. Everything had been going so well, I had just been promoted to branch manager for my company, making almost 6 figures a year. Those sweet sounds. But thats bigtits another story! She then smiled slightly. Despite having only cum less than thirty minutes earlier, Mark's orgasm grew rapidly. “I’ve practiced sparring amateurs ever since I first came here.” Paul pointed out. “Just like I remember.” she told me softly. Shaking her head, no, she was bound by her word. “I’m not your angel, daddy. Her core felt a twinge of Babes anticipation. He asked his sister, “Aren't you going to bed, I thought you were tired?” She says turning around.