I am 5’10, weigh around 168lbs, no muscle definition (Though i have muscles and i am no weakling), not bad looking but by no means a model type, and...as you can probably tell i have a low self esteem too. Anyway enough about me, let me tell you of the vision i saw before me. She stood about 5’4”, shoulder length light brown hair, rich green eyes, firm looking boobs a little more than a handful at a guess, infact they would be what I call perfect tennis ball tits. A slim waist line, great. So, since the fifth grade, Lillian had sworn that shed never, ever get a physical. And as the years went by, and her body changed from flat chested to pretty big B cups, no pubic hair to pubic hair, no curves to curvythe feeling of not wanting a physical only increased. However, now she was a freshman, and in order to play a school sport, it was required of her to have a physical before, and Lillian had gotten on the girls lacrosse teamvarsity. She only had today to have a physical, because. My father wasGeorge Hackett, a headmaster, who thought of me as his little princess,and could be a bit overprotective of me at times but thought it was formy own good. Amber Hackett, my mother, was a medical journalist who spenta lot of time at her computer. I was an only child, due to the fact thatmy father had contacted cancer soon after my birth. He survived and wasfully cured, but the cancer treatment had left him sterile.My imaginary world was called Vallermoore, a Queendom, in which. I smiled, “It’s fine with me. Jessica?”Jess replied to her, and really to her lover, “Oh, yes, but I get the same privileges.”The four of us lay down with our partners on adjacent chaises about eight feet apart. Jess and I were side by side. I kissed Jess some more and could tell she was very aroused. She whispered as she bit my earlobe, “I’m right on the edge. Make me cum.”I returned the fingers I’d been using seconds earlier to her slit, penetrating her pussy with them in a way that put my.