They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, little rounder. I could tell by the little strip of skin between the bottom of my t-shirt and ...he waistband of my jeans, proving that I'd grown in volume.“I guess that must mean your milk's coming in again,” he said. “You're getting wet around the nipples.”I grinned, seeing the little white spots growing where my hard nubs pressed into the t-shirt's material. “Guess so.”“So, you got any milk for me.”Got... milk...I ripped up my shirt right. It only takes a few strokes to get it up. I can feel his heartbeat through the silky skin that covers his rock. I start jerking him. Clasping his cute stiffy I move my hand up and down. The skin glides over it smoothly and with every tug a small throb echo’s through his body. I feel his heartbeat rising, his breathing gets heavier. His eyes are still focussed on the screen but his character keeps dying over and over. I move my hand faster. I feel his body respond. The muscles in his flat belly. ” He knew she was resigned to it happening eventually, but he was absolutely sure she wouldn’t approve of it happening this soon ... or in that fashion. He suppressed an almost hysterical burst of laughter as he imagined presenting it to Lucy as part of the home school curriculum about sex education.No, it was imperative that, if he did this crazy thing, Lucy not find out about it.But Mallory knew that too. She certainly wouldn’t tell her mother about it. Neither would Randy. And Sam had no. The more funds we could put together, the better. We both worked at the same financial firm. A medium sized company in a large skyscraper downtown. Once or twice a week we would meet for lunch in the cafeteria, or go to a local café. It wasn't exactly romantic, and that was ok with me. It was a break worth looking forward to each time. The more we spent together, the longer I worked, the more I wanted to spend my life with him. Until one day. Trevor and I were to meet around noon in the.