” she complained.“Well I came up with something. I not sure if it is up to your high standards as an author,” I suggested. It was only slightly ...arcastic, I thought.“Oh really, and did you have this story in mind, before you let me waste a whole evening?” she asked, sounding slightly irritated.“No I didn’t, I had to dig it out of the known mist of the Internet myself,” I replied.“Of course you did. You are just as helpless on a computer as I am,” she replied.“My, my so sarcastic, just because I. But how could you know? It's not like we were screaming or yelling or anything." I know because Anna Belle and I have already talked about it." WHAT! Jesus, when? And why would she talk to you?" We discussed the possibility some time ago because she wanted my opinion. Anna Belle is a very bright, responsible young woman, and she wasn't about to enter into a sexual relationship with you without having some idea about how it might turn out. I don't mean how the sex would turn out, I mean what. Now that I’m alone with her, I can take all the time I want. I am looking at them as a familiar hot feeling floods over me. The cool evening air makes her nipples stand up, and I gasp softly."Oh Marcy, they are beautiful. I love them. I can't say if they will get bigger, but just I love them as they are."My body flushes with excitement. I am hoping for so much more, but I hesitate to suggest it. She doesn't drop her t-shirt, so I decide to be bold. I lift mine up, showing her my boobs.Marcy. ” Suzanne hurriedly did as she was told. Her nerves were now in a complete mess. This wasn’t how she had imagined it would be. In her day dreaming, she had the upper hand throughout the encounter and, although she hadn’t really thought about the mechanics in any great detail, had him at her mercy. This was completely out of her control and Mr. French was very much in charge. She stood with her back to him, trembling, unknowing and, if she was totally honest, scared shitless. He unclipped her.