"If Steve hadn't been told that the women surrounding him were just becoming teenagers despite all appearances, the next few minutes would have convin...ed him. He got nine distinct reactions, but they could all be summarized by "You think I'm pretty? Really?". He'd never met anyone with that kind of self-image problem that was older than sixteen, and these women all looked twenty. Now that he thought of it, their mannerisms were also much 'younger' than the rest of their appearance. It was the. "Carol, I'm sorry! I... I don't know what came over me! I acted on impulse, I guess..."She gave me an angry look, though her anger was already fading - from white-hot to about red-hot."Look, you're basically a nice guy, and I don't want to get you into trouble, but if I say "stop" can you please stop?" Yeah, sure. I... I really apologize for upsetting you."Her dark eyes flashed hard looks at me for another few moments."Accepted. Now lets get back to work. Your turn to go up the ladder."We. A very special relationship that had sprung up and grown for a time had now lost its glitter and attraction, had lost its force, and was to be cut down by the scythe of heartbreak. I felt terribly sorry for Steve, but this was something I needed to do for myself. I couldn’t save him if I also wanted to save myself. I felt Steve’s fingers gripping onto my long hair grabbing black fistfuls as he struggled with his own desperate battle to control his impending orgasm. I knew his urgency to take me. She continued the up and down motion until she felt the tingling beginning to start. She immediately stopped. "Sorry old girl, I know it's been a while, but I don't have time right now." It had been five years since she had an orgasm, and masturbation carried too much guilt to be pleasurable. After the shower, while getting dressed, she decided she needed a little extra cleavage to feel better about herself, and used some silicone breast inserts, which increased her to a full B cup. She had.