Mybreasts were popping out of the cups. My wife chimed right in and said"I told you, Terry. He has larger bras upstairs, but he is not wearingthem".I ...ooked like I was going to cry. Sally asked what was wrong. I told herI really don't want a bigger chest. I didn't want to wear a bigger bra.Sally smiled and said "I have no control over your figure or bustdevelopment. Your records show you might develop into a D cup, so youbetter get ready for a well developed bustline. You will need very. Plans I could have cancelled but I guess I was chickening out of the whole thing. I walked past him and smiled, he was very sexy, he worked out often but wasn't so big he scared you, and was always well groomed and clean shaven. He smiled back at me, watching me as I went.I came out of the bathroom and sat in the hall outside of Jakes room. I was just going to gather my thoughts and then go home when he came out and sat next to me.“Hey”, he said to me in a wisper“Hi”, I said back to him in. Sitting Kirsty in front of the fire, I rung out the worst of the water from her blouse and kilt and used two branches to stretch them out on the other side of the fire to dry. Boiling water in the billycan, I made up one of the freeze-dried meals and fed it to her. She looked at the bag suspiciously and then with amazement when I poured the chicken casserole back into the billy. Her face was a picture as she responded to the first mouthful, her taste buds unused to the rich flavourings in the. We laughed, and when she went to kiss me on the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss her on the lips. She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked her hair. She shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back, and experimentally, I let my fingers run lower and lower over her ass as well. I whispered in her ear, asking if she was alright, and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the grass, her on top. She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed. .