The radio was playing something by Sonny and Cher and I could hear the birds and the noises of k**s and people outside. Victim? Oh no. Are you k**ding...me? I didn't feel like a victim that day at all. It was mostly my idea to be out there with them in the first place. It was liberating for me. I could have fucked them both too, but I didn't. I didn't want to lose control for a second." That was the day I started to like my boobs. I had always thought they were so big and weird and ugly, but. That settled it, it was intentional. This must be what she meant by"taking it to the next level." He sighed, testing their stretch a little.He wasn't much bigger than April, but this would be different. He couldalways just not wear them, what's the worst that would happen? Would shebe disappointed?"Screw it, who's going to be seeing up my dress?" he said aloud tohimself. He took a deep breath like he was leaping into a pool and pulledhis underwear off and the panties up. He caught himself. Just ‘no new news’ conversations. Courtesy calls.Pilar: Boobs and electric trains?Walker: Intended for children, but men play with them the most.Bob Randolph made his approach on a Monday morning around 11. Kim had been flirting, playing with him. Slowly. Carefully. Randolph knew I was out all day, often until 9 or 10 at night.Kim gave me a detailed report each night before we went to bed. I knew the questions for him to ask, but he didn’t need a lot of prompting. Smart kid.I stationed myself. Did she get offended….. Is she shy… Or is she just playing with me. With these confusing thoughts , I went into my room to jerk myself off.That night ,after my accidental physical contact with kantha, I was not able to sleep. I was thinking about my kantha, her sexy fleshy curves, her sweet melons and started to imagine about her pussy. I was imagining kantha sleeping naked on my bed, calling my name with lust and spreading her legs to show her pussy…. Would it be bushy or would she have shaved.