"Nothing, I mean nothing to me. We were talking about girls, you know, guy talk. Anyhow, Chip said he preferred women, women with...you know...large....." Mark tailed off beet red."Large breasts? Big tits?" Sue said with a smile. "Why is that bad? I know you boys look all the time." Yeah, well...Chip said you were a MILF and wanted to see your..." Mark said softly. "Anyhow, I told him to take it back." What is a MILF? I am? Is it bad?" Sue asked."I guess it is not bad, but no k** wants to hear. In fact, I knew there weren't many, a lot of the girls I knew weren'teven going to prom and those that were had strangely high standards.I'd spent the last few days trying to find a girl who'd go with me toprom if only to assuage my fears of being seen as Billy's date sincewe'd both be going stag otherwise. But of the girls I'd asked, thecommon denominator was a big fat "No". Even given his recent breakupand the pity that there'd surely be, I didn't imagine Billy would faremuch better, even if. Julia walked over and accepted a glass of sweet red wine before being joined by the rest of the crew. As it happened, Julia found herself next to Peter at dinner and soon she had managed to grab his attention by asking about the best things to do in New York. He was gorgeous thought Julia, in or out of uniform.The conversation was easy and light and a few glasses of wine loosened the their tongues. Soon the subject turned to sex and as Peter started talking about his recent exploits, Julia. I noticed that she had also put on high heels which made her look taller and slimmer and thrust her breasts out nicely."Okay, My Photographer, where do you want me?"She sat on the stool and I took a sedate shot of her sitting holding a rose. I changed the stool to a higher one and she sat with feet on the floor, her gown parted over the extended long leg. I noticed that she had put on pantyhose, too. I tried to talk to her like you are supposed to; to keep the model relaxed, but it was not.