. my eyes widened as it dawned on me what this meant. I was ... well, I couldn’t tell, not without measuring, but ... I was pretty sure that I was a...B-cup! And according to my brother’s theory, that meant ... I looked around to make sure that no one was watching - a strange thing for a teenage girl to do, alone in her room, but I was exploring new territory. The door was closed, and so I lay down in my bed, shut my eyes, and imagined one of the singers from my favourite boy-band standing over. All through our second year Taylor was still liked by everyone, but with her the boys all knew that ‘no’ really did mean NO. ******* It was in the back end of my second year at college when I first really met Taylor. Well, that’s not exactly true: when I first spoke to her perhaps. Nope: that’s not entirely true either. You see, I was reading in my room, the computer was on and my buddy’s social media page was up. He liked this group because it had a section where you could hide your own. He was a tall thin blonde guy with a good sized cock . I took off my clothes because of the heat and that I decided that I was going to masturbate because my cock was hard and I was horny . I went into the kitchen naked with a hard on and got a paper towel to cum into . I went back to the office and put the second tape , the one from my hand held camcorder , into the machine and turned the volume up a bit . The girl was very vocal as her boyfriend ate her pussy . I was engrossed in the tape .. ..” When it appeared that Walker was both speechless and immobile, she continued with more insistence in her voice, “Please, I need you now, Honey. You need to make love to me, now!”Slowly Walker straightened up, looking at her all the while, “Abi,” he breathed, “You are so, so beautiful.” Then he pulled up his tee shirt, unthreaded one arm through and pulled it off over his head and tossed it to the ground.Even before his shirt was half off, Abi pulled her thin summer dress up beyond her butt,.