Her breasts which were practically nonexistent last year were now 34 C cups. Her hips which were narrow last year now formed the softer curves of femi...inity. Her hair was almost always in a braid, was now being let down as soon as the training or match was over. Her skin just seemed to glow now. I thought some of this was just my own awakenings, but others were noticing her too. The weigh in portion of fighting in a tournament was always interesting. Some events had semi-public places to weigh. I got infuriated by this and rushed towards Rohit. Nailing him on the sofa and brushing my boobs over his face. Rohit was gasping for breath a little while later.I felt his hands creep up behind me slowly tightening his hold around me. I was desperate for his attention since long and now I was having it. His tongue now found some way and started licking my exposed boobs. I started juggling my boobs on his face and he was making sounds that suggested he was enjoying my boob rub. For the first. He had succeeded in persuading two of his colleagues at another college to act informally as her tutors in the years before she was ready for university. Her innate exceptional intelligence was enough to convince his colleagues to assist.When she returned to the bed he felt the mattress dip but only slightly, she was a slender young woman now. Without opening his eyes he felt the very early morning warmth through the window. It would be a classic summer day—fine and hot—later on. The sun had. “Hi,” she whispered thru her grin “Come in.” They walked slowly into the living room, both uncertain where to take this. A tingle filled Dalias’ stomach and she felt a moistening between her thighs. They both sank into the two huge chairs, their eyes never wavering from each other. Dalia felt her nipples harden and strain against the silk of the robe. Susan slowly licked her lips. “I” they stammered in unison, laughing nervously. Again “I”, together… more laughter and they settled down. Susan.