Her long black hair was in a French twist. She was wearing bright red lipstick. She closed the door gently behind her. Her breasts seem to be bursting...out of her dress every time she breathed in. Isabella threw a big smile my way. I smiled back. "Isabella, what a nice surprise to see you again. What brings you here?" I asked curiously. "You," she replied seductively. She walked over to the desk and leaned against it. "Oh? Why me?" I couldn't help my eyes lowering down to her heaving breasts. Of course, the other extreme, withdrawal and uncommunicative isolation, was common too. And while I might wish that our victims now were inclined to an angry, fighting response, for at least Lisa I understood that adding the shocking physical body transformation to the trauma of the sexual abuse was enough to keep most anyone curled up in near-fetal position. Courtney seemed to be more lucid and willing to deal with the world, although I reflected ruefully that I wasn't doing either of them a. ” As Alexandria turned the corner out of the locker room she bumped into John. Both fell on the floor. John landed on top of her and she could feel his erect cock trying to break out of his pants to attack her cunt. "I'm so, so sorry Alexandria. Really I am." Alexandria giggled and smiled, "Please call me Alex, and you might want to keep your "feelings" to yourself." John zipped up his coat said “Sorry” and left blushing. Smiling Alex got up and kept walking. “What was that?” “Oh, nothing I. She carefully rubbed it between her two fingers and it certainly seemed very nice…“Shall I do that for you sis?” Sally’s eyes shot open and turned to see her sister gazing at her with a grin on her face. She felt herself go bright red.“I was just seeing if I could…you know…like you did.” Her voice tailed off. Without a word Kate turned on to her side and slid her hand down her sister’s tummy towards her groin. Sally moved her hand away and closed her eyes, knowing what was to come next.Sure.