Yes I will, Miss Cara." "Will you tell me what you're thinking and feeling before you do something like this again?" Cara questions, her eyes piercing...into Stacy's soul. "I will do my best, Miss Cara. Yes," Stacy promises. Cara smiles and walks towards Stacy in her tall, elegant heels. "Did you touch yourself since our talk yesterday?" Cara asks, a stern look of judgement on her face. She gently strokes Stacy's dark hair. "No, I didn't," Stacy says, looking up into Cara's eyes, trying to garner. While she may have not been endowed as much as other girls, she was proud of her naturally perky C cups, and the nice shape they had grown to be. The dress descended to right above her knees; a respectable length, but not too conservative. Her legs had not a blemish on them, and were pale as well. She re-crossed them as she resumed listening to the dialogue emanating from beyond the Headmaster's door, delicately readjusting her dress and sitting with perfect posture. "Yes, Jenine, I can, and. .."They were on the road and Ryan allowed himself to sit up a little. "Uhhuh. Anyway, I just wanna go home."They rode the rest of the way, his mom talking about when she worked atthe Union ice skating rink. Ryan wasn't listening, not really. But aslong as he nodded and mmm?ed occasionally, it satisfied her.They pulled into the garage and Ryan rushed up to his room. He took outof his phone and began texting Miley. ?U there? Please be there, pleasebe there.?Hey T,? followed by four winking. You know how to make a girl feel good. You pay attention to all of me, including my too-small tits, so I feel like you want all of me.”On the way home, I asked Gail if she had fun. She said, “It was more like earning a merit badge. I got all of it in me, but it wasn’t much fun. I kept feeling like I was having a baby and was about to poop all over the gurney.”3. JeannieI didn’t feel like I was prime beef cake that got the females at the parties hot for me. I was bored most of the time because.