She couldn't see how tiny her waist was, only how wide her hips seemed to look.She couldn't see how full, and inviting her breasts were; only that her...back seemed too small to handle the weight of them properly.Her legs were long and slender, but Miranda worried that her thighs were too thick, that her skin was too pale...She looked up at the glossy mass of her dark hair, searching morbidly for those telltale grey highlights."I know that you're in there!" she mumbled petulantly, when she failed. Buthe wasn't done yet. On the way home he parked the car and drew mecloser to him, and I gave in to him. Every sensation I always imaginedcame true. My entire body was tingling in delight as I felt his handslide up and cup my breast. I knew he had it, I just didn't feel it,which all of a sudden I wanted to. I wanted to feel the warm caress ofhis hand on my smooth skin, his gentle squeezing of my breast and more.I wanted to have my own boobs, a wider, rounded butt of my own. Not afew ounces of. Kicking her shoes off and adjusting the seat back she started to settle down with a magazine waiting for the doors to be secured and the plane to taxi out of the bay. “Excuse me” a voice interrupted her. “I think you are in my seat” Instantly irritated she looked up and replied, “I don’t think so what’s your number” The man looking down at her was wet and obviously not in a good mood she thought as they both looked at their boarding passes. “Fuck it” Gail, thought as she realised. It was funny how she continued smoking even though it killed her throat she considered quiting reminding herself she was only 16 years old. She stared into the balcony straining her eyes to see if sigs neighboor Mitch was home. Mitch was in his mid 30's had a wife and two kids and smoked quite a bit of very wonderful marijuana. Lillith was fascinated with him, she was infatuated with his smile and everything he said was really quite hilarious. He was very easy on the eyes, tan, muscular, a bit.