She returned after a short while with a cold drink forthe lad.“What’s your name?” she asked.“Pete,” he replied, his eyes...fixed on the amplecleavage visible through the bikini top. “I’m Dawn,” she said, extending her hand and the shook,formally.He blushed a little as she took a little longer thannormal to release his hand. He regained his composureand asked lots of questions about the heating and soon, and Dawn noticed that his overalls were trying. It was like a scene out of a movie--this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels and big floppy hats, saying goodbye to a toothy blonde bride in white lace. I wasn't looking at the bride, though, but at one of the bridesmaids. She was a giant, six feet tall and what was politely called big-boned. Well, being the rangy cowgirl type myself, I always liked a good-sized woman.Anyway, it was a fair description, she wasn't fat and sloppy, she was large. " "Sweet name. Was you hoping to get an autograph or something?" Emma blushes. Alex chuckles. "Disappointed?" he asks. Emma shakes her head. "You're even more beautiful in person," she says. Alex bursts out in laughter. "Beautiful? that's new! I mean, I've been called hot, sexy, handsome, but never beautiful." Emma blushes again. "Now you can tell your friends that you hung out with Alex Pettyfer. Imagine how jealous they would be," he teases. "They wouldn't. They're not into the whole showbiz. ………OMG! I’d undone the top couple of buttons on my own blouse now, pushed my hand inside and was squeezing at my own little titties, encased in my regulation white school bra. I pushed the little cup down off my left boob and grasped the hot flesh. Wow, my puffy little pink nipple was really hard! I tweaked it between my fingers, feeling the tingle through my whole body.………Meanwhile, Miss Sharpe was humping her crotch forward, meeting Mr Pearson’s thrusts with ones of her own. She was letting.