But at least in the shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there ...ere the girls. It seems like from the 6th grade to the 7th grade, girls changed. It had to be them ... it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest lumps of all. Cheryl was in my math class and to this day I can't tell you a thing about the class except that Cheryl was in the class. The three other men pulled out wigs from our bags and tossed them to us. "love me a blonde" he said as I was given that wig. They basically stopped playing games after that point and we all were pretty sure what was coming.We were still frozen, sitting on the one couch in the room. All of them walked over to us, stood over us and told us that if we didn't strip down and dress as they told us we would be in a world of hurt.What else could we do? I was the first. I took off my jacket and then. The torment was heavenly, and Tara could feel her body responding.When they got to the restaurant, Sean walked to her side of the car and opened the door for her. “Let me have a little peek,” he said, looking at her skirt.She scooted toward him, and spread her legs a little as she got out of the truck, all the while watching his face for a reaction.“You don’t have any panties on?” he growled in a low, sexy voice. “Damn, baby. How am I supposed to make it through dinner now?” He pulled her to. An instant wave of arousal flowed through her—if this was what the evening had in store, bring it on. ‘Where’s Lisa?’ Kay asked, glancing behind them before closing the heavy door. ‘Caught up in a transatlantic phone call,’ Grace smiled, pushing a hand through her hair. ‘A gig at Wembley Stadium, I think. She said she’d meet us here.’ ‘Ah,’ Kay nodded, waving a hand in front of her as she swung around to look across the room. ‘Just think, Grace,’ referring to the music. ‘Next party, and it.