“It’s all in one piece, you just step into it and it has poppers up the back. But at least it should cover you up until we can get you sorted.” ...I held it out and looked at it, unable for once to think of anything to say. To be honest, I did wonder whether it might not be better to go to the police station wrapped in a towel than wearing a tarty fancy dress costume. But at least once it was on I’d be decent, more or less. Luckily, there weren’t many people around, and she shielded me with the. He hugged me tighter and pulled me close, his lips brushed my neck and he muttered softly against my bare flesh, “thanks kitty.” “When did you two get pet names?” asked Ashley with a raised eyebrow as she took her tea and sipped it. “I… have no idea…” I was trying to remember but no amount of concentration was helping, I couldn’t remember when Tom had started calling me kitty, it had just sort of happened and hadn’t been something I had bothered with, I shrugged it off and unwrapped his arms. Like a sort of tomboyish sister perhaps.Michelle was giggling as she kissed me and we snogged for a while, smearing bothour lips.When the day came, Michele had to work for the morning so we had arranged to bein the library for about 2 O'clock. She had made me promise to be there from1:30 so that there was no chance of her seeing me go in and I would be settledwith a book by the time she arrived.The chance to do this had occurred because my grandparents were away for a week.They had a delivery. .. my boobs had grown.I reached up and pinched them - not only had they grown, but for the first time, I understood why women let men suck on them! I wasn’t rolling around on the floor with pleasure or anything like that, but the right sensations, the right touch ... I could totally see myself getting off on this.Getting off ... my eyes widened as it dawned on me what this meant. I was ... well, I couldn’t tell, not without measuring, but ... I was pretty sure that I was a B-cup! And according.