“Oh my god, could they be?” Paul thought. Several years earlier Paul had discovered Proactive Prosthetics, a UK company that made what they calle... a “crop top”. The “crop top” is essentially a replica of a woman’s chest designed to be worn by a man so that he can have cleavage and wear low cut tops. “What do you think?” Marie asked, looking both nervous and excited at the same time. “I have long dreamed of having breasts so that I could wear low cut dresses,” Paul replied. “The crop top is. You seem older than most freshman I have in here." "Yeah... I'm actually a junior. I transferred and the English class I had didn't meet the same requirements." "Makes sense." * Weeks went on and I prayed she'd be waiting by my car one day. Begging for extra credit. But she didn't. This girl was mature and the only thing I knew (besides wanting to fuck her brains out) was that she was devoted. Why is that a turn on? No idea. I went out drinking with a couple buddies one Sunday, which was a bad. .. or maybe a little less so she can relax and not be jealous. Just thinking of that made me about blow my load onto the bathroom floor. I waked quietly up to the curtain and slipped in behind her. I slowly ran my hand over her hips and my cock rubbed her ass. She jumped just a little.“Oh! I was hoping you would decide to join me.”“Oh really now?”“Mmmm and hard too. I’ve been watching videos. Can I try something?”“Sure.”She dropped down to her knees right in front of me, the water running over. Here, have you already been at the bottle? How much catching up do Ihave to do?No!!! Nothing - really. Just feeling a bit... you know happy. Bursting.Something. Time of the month?I'm away for a shower, stick the shampoo in the freezer will you? Nicenails by the way. Darker than usual huh?That's him. He notices things. What's not to love?Dress isn't too shabby either. Over his shoulder.Supper over, diminutive one supplied with round things and now asleep,The Teenager back on MSN, us on sofa with.