I had dated agirl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty serious.Without going into detail on how it happened (another story, perhaps?...we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mildoral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutualmasturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, anddown right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The sameguilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them lessenjoyable. I. I went back upstairs andbegan to change. I knew what skirt and blouse they wanted. I put on whitepanties and a white lacy bra. I went to the bathroom and did my hair likethey wanted.I wiped my eyes and fixed the makeup that got messed up from me crying. Iwent back to my bedroom to get dressed. I put on the on the skirt andblouse. I buttoned the blouse up and tucked it in the skirt. I found thewhite knee high stockings and remembered back when Jack made me buy them Ithought it was dumb. I was. Alice chuckled."How large do you want your breasts to be?"Sarah looked at her in amazement. "I didn't want larger breasts. I didn't want any of this. Liz told Jill and Janet to use G cup when they did the treatment. The cups had a G on them." I understand that and I need to check a few things. In any case, the treatments were started so they will become bigger and likely larger than a G."She paused as she studied Sarah, then asked, "I may be repeating myself, but did I understand you to say Liz. They did that practically every night as it was anyway. "Wait, what if we fall asleep before midnight? I mean we're usually in bed by 10."The guy spread his hands in the "I've got nothing up my sleeves" gesture. "If you fall asleep in the same room, I'll give you that."Tracey felt good. She could do this. It wasn't like he'd asked her to do something truly hard. As she thought about it, the better she felt. She was going to have a guarantee that he baby girl was going to have a happy.