That is a D cup, no?” “No” I replied “a C cup”, as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoul...ers. As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn’t help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts..As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements, and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed support. I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger on my nipples, and. Okay, Stephy, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I don't know," Stephanie sighed. "It's just that Darren's thing this time is to relive my Junior Prom." So? Darren's not Billy Benson." I know Darren's not Billy Benson. I've never said anything about that day to him," Stephanie replied."Maybe Darren has pleasant memories of his Junior Prom. Or maybe he didn't go, but he wants to now with his favorite girl." Yeah, but..." No buts, Stephy. Go splash some water on your face and get yourself ready. I have needed sex for so long that I decided to take a chance on YOU. And I’m so amazed at how beautifully you are making it happen. Oh, my sweet BOY.”Her mouth was on mine again, working in loving softness as she hugged me decisively while flattening her breasts on my chest and grinding her pubic bone against mine. Nibbling on my earlobe she uttered, “I’m going to give you the thrill that was interrupted by our impetuous coupling on the patio ... when you prodded me to ride you.”Her words. I guess if I could still get into it, I could go to the interview maybe commando, now that would be real slutty and nasty wouldn't it? I mean only a real whore or a slut would wear a skirt that short without any panties.I was surprised when I found that I could still get into my cheerleaders uniform so easy, and that it fit perfect. I stood there looking at my purple and white pleated skirt that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. When I was on the squad, I always braided my hair in two.