Peyton didn't say a word.Mr. Sykes went back into the classroom, leaving Peyton and I in the hallway. Peyton was still sobbing uncontrollably. I stood...up and put a hand on her shoulder. She reacted like I had acid on my hands and yanked herself away from me."What is your fucking problem with me?" I yelled.Peyton was crying harder now."You don't even care about my feelings, do you?" sobbed Peyton."My feelings? You aren't the one naked in school today. I really could have used some support from. . you see, I've known Mark a long, long time," Lydia began to confidingly half-whisper, moving closer to the lovely blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day... but as you know by now, Mark's not at his best when he's fucking. I think eating cunt is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you... or hasn't he ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?"Jean could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever. A much smaller and glossier page than that which belonged to the volume before her. She had a magazine of some kind secreted in the open book before her. I wanted to see more.The stair to the third floor was blocked by a velvet rope barricade and I was still holding one end in my hand as I stood there. Quickly hooking it in place I stepped behind a shelf of books, the shelf blocking any chance of being seen by the girl. Working my way towards the front of the section I paused just before I. I was half right.The D-cup bra that I’d bought yesterday was already too small for me, but my ass and pussy felt great. I pirouetted in front of the mirror, admiring my ample rear - had it, too, grown? - and wondered why I wasn’t sore. Maybe Marty would be able to ... Marty.The second that my brother’s face popped into my head, my pussy grew wet, and my nipples perked up. I was an E-cup now, at the very least, and that meant ... oh god.I was a freak. I was the kind of girl who’d sleep with my.