The wind was chilly, and the rain was still pouring down. We grabbed our bags and ran to the house. We got a bit wet while I fumbled to get the right ...ey to open the door. Then finally we got indoors, and I turned the lights on. The cabin wasn’t big, just two rooms. A bedroom and a living room, with a tiny kitchen in one end and a fireplace in the other. The whole house was made out of chunky logs, the rugs on the floor were hand woven, and there was a big fur on the floor in front of the. Wait here, I'll be back in five minutes." I trotted off to the ladies and had a pee. As I exited the cubicle, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, damn, I'd forgotten to put my make-up on, I'd been in such a hurry. I dashed upstairs to find my office empty. The cowardly little sod had disappeared, too scared to face me.I rummaged through the contents of my handbag and found my eye shadow, lipstick and eyeliner. Using the small vanity mirror stuck to the wall above the filing cabinet, I. Svenja had been very nice in explaining everything to me, butshe was a genuine girl. And for her it was normal to get breasts. In thecases of Sarah and myself it was different. And I didn't even knowwhether my breasts would stay or not. To me it didn't seem like they haddone much recently.I didn't know whether I should be upset about that or happy. In schoolthe sport-bra was a necessary evil. I was always wondering to myselfwhether it had been discovered. And after school they were much. Her stance showsThe side of her leftBreast, the blunt arcOf her belly,And the full moonOf her femininity;She is slender and firm,With a Mona Lisa smileOn her Sphinx-like face,Too beautifulFor anything but stone.On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are.