”“Again, that’s not appropriate. I could get into trouble.”“Nurse Sasha, I’m just a dirty old man. Why don’t you show me your breasts? P...ease can I just see them? I promise not to tell anybody. You are just the only woman I see, and you are so pretty, and your breasts are so large. I would be able to sleep a lot better if you let me hold them for just a minute.”“I’m sorry that would be inappropriate!”“Your butt is so nice. I bet you have a lot of dates. If I were not in here, I would ask you. She whimpered.I couldn't believe shy, conservative Wendy could hide such passion. Didn't people say it was always the quiet ones that surprised you?I groaned, savoring the kiss, this heady rush shooting through me. My futa-dick twitched, our skin massaging the sensitive crown. The pleasure surged down to my pussy which soaked my red bush. Her hips wiggled. She squirmed.I broke the kiss. “Wow, you do, uh, have a lot of passion in you.”“Uh-huh,” she whimpered. “I've been bottling it all up and. I wonder if he is always such a heavy breather. He begins to slip the chest piece under the neck line of my t-shirt, nudging the material upwards. I shoot him a questioning look, and he shifts, clearing his throat. Im going to have to ask you to remove your t-shirt please Miss Jones. Seeing as Im not really in a position to refuse, I pull my t-shirt up over my head, leaving me in nothing but my light blue jeans and white bra. I lie back down and feel the blood rush to my cheeks as my breasts. It was about five minutes before the start of the football game, when the coach came to her and announced that the rest of her uniform had come in. She looked dubiously at him when she couldn’t see any clothing in his hands. He told her lean over a table. This made her think he was going to try something with her and she refused at first. Then he told her that she couldn’t be a wildcat without a tail and he had to attach it to her bottom and that being the first time she couldn’t do it by.