It was more than a half-hour before they came out. “I didn't know we were going formal.” Terry had on a black blouse with a button-down white shi...t. She was carrying her heels. Cynthia had a summer dress on. Sleeveless short button-down front with flowers. Both women were wearing stockings, but I don't think either one had a bra on.We walked down the dock and I felt good with a good-looking woman on each arm. We were fortunate enough to find a restaurant with only a short wait. We sat at their. "We were supposed to get out on a liner but the bombers came and that was right out. The ships heading out were getting smaller, older and slower."We had trouble with the plantation managers ... they wanted to be treated like kings ... and I guess they were used to the bowing and scraping ... they tried it with us ... they wanted to bring their servants along and suggested we dump our 'port wives.' Most of our girls were Eurasian ... right beauties too. I was getting pissed."We'd already heard. We have to walk past the high school ... there’s no other way. Both of us grew this past year. Grace is a very curvy 12 and for some unknown reason ... I passed six foot. There’s no explanation for it ... it just happened.“Hey cutie. Looking good, Blondie.” High school senior ... borderline psychotic. He’s talking to Grace ... but I turned to face him.“Gosh, guy ... I don’t swing that way.” I said. “It’s your choice ... but I didn’t know you were out of the closet.” My face was serious .... When I traced his nipple with the tip of my tongue and suckled on it, he jerked and groaned."I'm sorry," I said.He grinned at me. "You didn't hurt me." You're sure?" Uh-huh. It felt good all over." He reached and unhooked my bra. "Let me show you."Taking a step back I let my bra drop the floor and watched as he lowered his mouth to my left breast. Instead, of going for the nipple which was erect and tingling, he brushed his lips all around the soft flesh of my B-cup and worked his way inward..