Ted asked, "Do you still have that old robe." "In the Den closet," I answered as I put some cold chicken and roast beef on the table. I put two pota...oes in the microwave to bake. "Which veg, Ted?" I asked. "Always corn, man, always corn!" came the reply. Steve had found the old robe on the door. He came out into the kitchen, blond hair wet and striking blue eyes. His face was a little red. The robe was a little small. I hadn't realized how broad those shoulders were. No wonder his. ” As Anita stood, Grant’s tempo slowed and now, as we both hungrily admire the dripping Rubenesque form before us, he has buried every inch of his cock within my wet and welcoming sheath leaving me to wriggle my pretty little bottom against his lower stomach. “She …?” Anita nods in response to Grant’s incomplete question, simultaneously wiping a hand across her sodden cheek and chin before holding it up to inspect her dripping fingers. Immediately I’m leaning forward ready for her to insert. I shifted my look to his penis and no reaction from it. He left and I wanted more of it. So started planning for the next day.WednesdayI was totally unable to concentrate in the class. I had planned to give him a full view of both breasts. Came 4.00 pm, I was there in front of the mirror with only my skirt after removing my petticoat fully. Though not big, my breasts were quite attractive for my age. Knock at the door and I opened. I had a towel in my hand just to make him think that I was. Aunty told me she was going to take me to see a specialist doctor for a complete medical check-up. That same morning aunty arranged an appointment with the specialist consultant who she knew. To my surprise the specialist was a lady about same age as Aunty Anita, she was plain looking, having glasses and wearing a white doctor’s jacket thereby hiding her body shape. Aunty did most of the talking and expressed her concern about by physical development and worried that I was far behind the rest.