In fact, Wilbur was the epitome of a nerd. Yet, he was the most popular boy in Central High School. How could a 16 year old boy who was only 5'-5" tal..., weighing 78 pounds, and looking like Ichabod Crane be the most popular boy in school, including being the bosom buddy of every jock on every athletic team? Not only did Wilbur not play any sports, he never bothered to attend any sporting event because he simply was not interested in that sort of thing. Wilbur was much happier in the library. God this is getting easy to do. Looking in the mirror, my reflection is dominated my the big, white cups of the bra stretched to their capacity. My boobs look bigger than the cups when I am standing bare breasted, but the fitter was right, the bra accommodates and supports me very well, that is, until the straps dig in to my shoulders in the late afternoon. Hell, when I get home the first thing I do is rip off my bra to get some relief, but within a half hour or so I have to put it on again. “I picked up a couple of hitch-hikers; it was nice to return the kindness, after hitching the length and breadth of the country during the eighties and nineties. Could tell you some funny stories, but another time. Today’s hitching, hippy girls were young and pretty, but they could have used a bar of soap! Have either of you hitchhiked very much?” “Patricia, you like horses, don’t you? One of those girls had a nice story; she lived in a horse-drawn caravan with her hippy parents; Sounds. I wasn’t aware of it consciously, she told me afterwards, but at this point my thighs had fallen apart slightly, the T-shirt risen exposing the gusset of my panties, my wet panties. When her hands started to work up my legs I didn’t protest. She spent ages massaging the full length of my legs. She was good, oh she was good. At what point the whole thing became sexual for both of us I don’t know but her fingers lifted the waistband of my panties and I lifted my bottom. I actually helped her to.