From somewhere in deep inside her soul, her conscience managed to verbal a, “No. I can’t do this with you.” Her vain protest had not sense of co...viction and Kris ignored her. Beth closed her eyes, the image in front of her too powerful to take, her pussy now dripping wet. She felt Kris’s hands on her protruding breasts, feeling her shapely tits through the ultra-thin material of her bra. Her breathing increased as her excitement rose, filling her with fear and uncertainty. She was in control,. We had been dating now for a solid three months and not yet "done it." He wanted to, of course, as did every guy who ever took me out on a date. Men, I've noticed, like to stereotype. When they see a short girl with big boobs, they automatically type her as a bimbo and assume she is easy. That may often be true, but the assumption did not apply to me. Momma raised me to be a traditional girl. That meant a guy had to earn his reward. And with the threat of AIDS and all the other sexually. That didn’t bother them, only that Chris wanted to wear a dress and panties when she got off the plane since she prefers to be a girl now that her breasts have started to grow. That is a problem because before their breasts appeared, Chris would pull off her shirt and pull a dress over her head before removing her pants and diaper to change into panties, right there in her seat. Her dad told her that she couldn’t do that anymore and thus was about to start screaming. I’m sending out something. She tossed his unconscious form aside with contempt and turned to the other creature, now firmly in the grasp of the young man in the car. She noted with grim satisfaction that all this had barely caused her to break sweat. Great to be fit!"Do you want me to deal with this one, Veronica" asked Douglass. "Or are you up to it yourself?" I'm very much up to it, thanks! Hand him over!"Fifteen minutes later a subdued and very sore couple limped dejectedly away and Veronica and Douglass embraced long.