”“Dave, she was positively ID’d. She had her bag with her, her driver’s license, plus,” I hesitated to tell him, but I pushed forward, “I ...aw her. It was Melissa.”“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back into the chair. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed it in one gulp.“You’re sure it was her?” he asked as I refilled his glass.“Yes.”“I can’t believe it. How?” Dave asked, “How did it happen? Was it an accident? Had she. Myfingers wandered over my nipples, feeling them tighten with theattention. They were larger now, and more prominent, sticking outthrough my shirt.As I played with my nipples another moan made it past my lips. I couldfeel my pussy getting even hotter and wetter as my breasts grew to fillmy cupped hands. I massaged them, rubbing in a circular motion, as theycontinued to grow. I felt a shot of pleasure shoot through me as theslow growth of my titties caused my nipples to rub against my fingers.My. "Want some water?"I nodded thankfully, watching as she let go of my hand and poured half a Dixie cup. Standing up into a half-crouch, she braced her left hand on the mattress and leaned over me to raise the cup to my lips. I opened my mouth to let her pour some of the water inside before the rest of my body caught up to me, and I raised my right hand to take the cup from her and feed myself."Not too fast, and not too much. Your body can't handle a lot just yet, and they told me not to give you. By the time we got to high school, she had already lost her cherry and her grades were horrendous, but passing.I was the prodigy, some say as my way of gaining attention because Sherry was certainly getting attention in her own way.Ofcourse, one subject in which Sherry had it all over me was sex, so when I thought I was ready to give it up to my boyfriend on prom night, it was my own sister who I sought for guidance.She told me, "Yeah, it will hurt that first time so make sure he's good and.