The girl began to cry a couple of times, and Janine had comforted her with a tissue. She repeated her story again, but Janine could still not believe....."...and when I dropped my shorts to pee, it was... gone. That's when I screamed. Then you came in and found me... God Janine, you've got to believe me. How else could I know all I know? I don't know what has happened, but I am Alan." said the girl again and stared at Janine pleadingly."But how? I want to believe you, trust me I do, but it's just. I am a pretty forward lady. I wanted that sexy ass. As we undressed I saw his hard cock. I must admit it was the perfect size. I wanted to suck on it, feel him fuck me and then shoot a hot load of cum in my ass. I had to get my mind back on straight. I was here for his fantasy of strap-on play. I had packed a backpack of all the sex toys I though he may like. My thick strap-on, big a thick1.5 x 9 inch long chocolate prostate vibrator and some other delights. He had chosen the big thick . "What will?" I asked, trying to look anywhere 'cept at her chest."Your breasts. They'll grow. They'll be beautiful. They're beautiful already." Um, really? Do you think they'll ever be as nice as yours?" Mindy, what a sweet thing to say. To be honest, I think your breasts are prettier than mine, just as they are. That's a matter of taste, of course. Now open up, I need to take your temperature."She left the room while I held the thermometer under my tongue, thinking about what she said. She was. She though that there must something in it though. She'd never really got going at Wimbledon before. This time she seemed much better. And she really thought she could win it.Sitting on the bench in the locker room she was deep in thought, and paid no attention the athletic and often naked bodies passing her by. She never even noticed the lithe redhead staring at her from a corner of the room. Her soon to be practice partner.Anna wandered off to the practice court, followed, at a distance, by.