Her breasts were 32C, and all the boys at school talked about Kelly and her friends, the group that everyone called "The Busty Blondes". Kelly was als... a cheerleader, as were the rest of her group."Man, I can't wait for the last week of school!" Claire exclaimed. Claire Matthews was 18 with long dark blonde hair. Her breasts were 36C, and she was the captain of the cheerleader squad. Or captainess, depending on how politically correct you were.Just then, another member of The Busty Blondes. .. tell me what to do."Brian's eyes lifted to hers."I..." Sabrina stammered as she realized what she had said. But she could not power to control her words. "I... shouldn't have said it that... I mean..." You're blushing," Brian said, "just like in my dream, Mom."They gazed at each other for a long time. It was her son that broke the heavy silence."Open your blouse, Mom."Just as she had obeyed him in her dream, Sabrina found her hands opening her blouse now. They were in the back yard with the. I explained to him my problem, and within half an hour he was back in my office asking for my car keys, so that he could put a set of crates into it.Then I phoned a van hire company, and booked a van for the weekend. It was a lot cheaper than I was expecting, which made a change.Back home that evening, I started the job of packing up my clothes and the things that were obviously mine. I was surprised at how easy it was. Not a single heart string was plucked, it was a job to be done and I got on. At around nine, her firstcustomer rang the bell. I was directed to greet each customer. Theireyes grew large as they viewed the large rings in the nipples of myclearly visible breasts. My micro skirt did not cover the little nub ofmy penis. That morning, Mistress Daphne had fashioned my hair intopigtails tied with bows and long bangs ending at my eyebrows. It wasn'tdifficult to detect the horniness of the customers when they got a lookat me. Mistress dismissed me to my chores as she dealt.