My lack of growth was not a problem at first, but as I grew older and moved through boarding school and then on to university I became the butt of jok...s and taunts. I was physically unable to play the usual boys games of cricket, rugby or rowing. I had no inclination to take part anyway, and much preferred to watch from the sidelines with the girls. My youthful appearance did have some advantages though; I could always travel half fare on trains and buses, but against this I couldn't go into. He was definitely a good-looking guy, and took great care of himself, which was a plus. My husband was the complete opposite. At one point I even found myself excited to go to the grocery store. I would tell myself to snap out of it, but I couldn't. Something had me hooked. I don't know if it was his personality, good looks or something else, but I was hooked. After about a month, we were going through the same routine and as he helped me load everything into the trunk, he asked me if I. It was my turn to smile at him. “You’re not done with me yet?”He laughed. “Not if you don’t want me to be.”I pulled my panties back on and adjusted my dress. “Let’s go back to my room.”He didn’t need to be told twice. He rebuttoned his jeans as we rushed out of the bathroom together out into the night. I could see him glancing down at my tits, nipples hard from the cold air and visible through my dress. His cum dripped down my thigh, my pussy already begging to be filled again. We finally got. "There are people next door!" she reminded me, as we heard the next room's curtains open and someone else enter that one. I smiled as she stood up again and pulled her top over her head, revealing her proud but modestly sized tits in her plain white bra. I rested my hand on the growing bulge in my jeans as Tiffany looked at me, then started to slide down her leggings, now showing she had on my favourite knickers - nothing fancy, just very tight black nylons. She stood still before me for a.