I knew exactly what Scott's euphemism "special attention" meant; he was hoping to get a blowjob from my sister.Eavesdropping on her telephone conversa...ions with her girlfriends, I knew that Ryan was holding out sexually with Scott. But on the advice of her friends, she had taken to orally satisfying him. Her friends talked incessantly about giving head; the best techniques, whether to spit or swallow, how to make guys cum fast, etc., etc. I also knew from her candid confessions, Scott was hung. Oddly even with the support of the contraption I was in, it was making me tired."Some ladies wear those today, don't you know, keeps em in the proper posture." I can't dream of wearing this every day all day, and in this heat!" I said."Well Lasses were taught to wear them early on and were allowed no slumping." Just think, they traveled like this all the time, in corsets, in buggies, in the heat."Jake nodded at my breasts in clear view. "In more clothes than that."I tugged at the lace a bit.. Marcy strode next to me, a puzzled look on her face as we approached the picnic table where the two budding biologists had set up their gear. "Ah, good sir and good madame, may I introduce your volunteer." I volunteered? Since when?" Marcy demanded.I was happy to let her know. "You've been voluntold." 'Voluntold'? Oh, great." Her reception to this tidbit of news was somewhat less than enthusiastic.Her enthusiasm grew, though, as the two students, one male and one female, showed her how they. Her face felt hot and she could not refrain from squirming in her seat."What's the matter, Liz?" Jean asked in an apparently innocent voice as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "You look as if you were upset about something." It's nothing," Elizabeth managed to reply, although her voice betrayed her underlying turmoil.Jean casually removed her brassiere and made no attempt to conceal her full ripe breasts. Although she kept telling herself not to do so, Elizabeth could not tear her.