" Well be careful," said Stacy, her face slightly worried. "Freaking out ona field trip isn't good. The school wouldn't have let you come as Jayne i...they thought there was any chance of that." What? You mean if I'd been upset, I could have come as David?" Don't you remember the first rule of the school; your safety. As MrHobson probably told you when you joined, the psychiatrist's can overruleanything at the school." I don't feel like freaking out," I said. "I'm not as unhappy about. You already know she has the best legs that ever stepped into a hi-heel shoe. Her breasts were large, but not too pendulous and were always crammed into a bra a little too small. She was five foot three in her stocking feet (which were always pedicured) five foot six in heels.She had two black wigs and one blonde but kept her natural hair color blonde and short. She had a bubbly, cheerful disposition and almost always had a bright smile on her face. She was thirty-two years old and like to wear. Carrie went over and took the hairbrush from Nicole and started brushing her hair for her. When it was silky smooth, she laid the brush down.Carrie ran her fingers through Nicole’s soft, freshly-washed hair and tilted the young teen’s head back as she lowered her mouth to the teen’s lips, kissing her full on the mouth. Nicole opened her mouth and let their tongues mingle. While they were kissing, Carrie reached down and loosened the towel wrapped around Nicole’s body. She then eased both hands. I felt like a tease so I left my bra on and picked up my paddle to resume our trip when I felt a splash from behind me. "Come on, Rachel. Off with it!" my husband jeered.I unhooked the strap and dropped the bra on top of my shirt and jacket. I'm a well-endowed blonde and soon heard enthusiastic comments from the nearby canoe (to be honest, the blonde hair is not real but the endowment is all mine). The warm fall air felt wonderful on my skin as we continued to paddle along. The air and my.