He placed one final kiss against her lips before whispering in her ear. “Raise your arms, my dear.” Lizzy followed his words, her hands shaking ag...in slightly. Quin reached forward and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt and began pulling it slowly up her body. He let his bent knuckles brush against her skin as he revealed more and more of her. With every inch he saw, Quin fell more and more in love with her body. Finally, he had pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving her in only her. Back into the fitting room withthe tape measure we went and after a quick measurement I was now a 30E.We decided to do a complete set of measurements and I was now a 30E-20-32. She said, "you have quite a figure Prissy". To which I said, "goahead say it, I look like a bimbo." She just laughed and said, "I'dnever say anything like that." But I responded "but it's true isn't it."She just giggled and said, "yes, but you're just so adorable with yourlong blonde hair and your updo ponytails and pink. Walking back with my booty, I was nearly to my room when a door opened. Here were two VERY mature ladies, dressed in their polyester "finery," exiting their shared room. Since I had 2 cans of soda in my hands, there was no way to comfortably cover up. I had no choice but to continue to my room. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the two old ladies were blocking the hallway as they walked arm in arm.Since the best defense is a good offense, I decided to greet the old women: "Good Evening, Ladies -. She was lucky if she even got a night free to socialise.Professor Dean opened the door, sweeping his eyes over the mousy girl standing nervously in front of it. He took in her full, ample breasts and her wide hips, noting the way she submissively looked downwards like she couldn't quite bring herself to meet his eyes. He smiled fleetingly - he already knew why Lisa was here to see him, but he thought that he might be able to help the young girl, if she was willing to take a little.