After a breaking a few matchesand discarding their remnants on the floor he found one match strongenough to light the beeswax candle, then adjusting t...e mirror to illumethe bench, he made a fire and prepared an easy dinner by the ruddy glow ofcandle light. The pasty fellow sat down at a table with a bowl of steamingfood and cleared off a dusty old newspaper. He noted with no smallcuriosity that the paper was from two decades ago. Beneath was an oldbakelite tape player, voluminous piles of notes. Mom can pick it up later. Taking off my bra, I notice my breasts. Have they grown since morning? They are definitely pushing past C cups but so soon? Probably not. I lose the grannie panties. Yes, that’s right the school requires panties that completely cover girls’ asses. There are random checks. The gym teacher discreetly strolls through the locker room while we are changing to make sure that the panties meet the dress code. She caught my best friend in boy shorts and I didn’t see. I felt the shiver explode from your lobe to your hips; I could almost trace its path….The perceptible sigh that escaped from your breast was deafening in the silence; however, looking around the theater, not a one seemed to notice. I realized we were still standing, and though I could feel great trembling, I couldn’t discern whose body it was emanating from.I slowly slid my hands from your waist upwards under your arms, feeling every slight contour of your body as if you were a page of Braille. Jake had the best view, Betty made sure of that. Her ass jiggled when she shot. Her ball hit the cushion, forcing her ball to miss the pocket. “Shit, I'm sorry Jake.”“You go first, Lyn. Show them how it's done.”Lyn picked a easy shot. The ball rolled into the corner pocket. Her next shot wasn't so easy. She missed.“Shit,” she said, stomping her foot and pouting like a little girl. “Who's ready for some more wine?” Lyn asked.“Me,” the other women sang out like a chorus.Lyn went upstairs to get.