Not fat enough to take up a whole park bench orfrighten an airline pilot, thank goodness, but enough for men to continuallyrag her about it. She'd bee... ragged through primary, high school, college andit was yet to stop. But she had made a strange peace with it over the years. There were also qualities she knew she had which kept her going. For instance,her breasts were big and men liked that. Also, she had lovely, expressive eyesshe was now highlighting with mascara. And then there were her. I reached in to the backpack for it. And got my hand slapped for my trouble."No touching!" Coral said. Then she lowered her voice. "Estrella put it in there at lunch. I haven't touched it either. And I won't until we both take it out to try it."The sides of the – well the shaft portion of the thing had accordion pleats and that made it look flexible – kinda."What do we do with it?" I was still a little dumbfounded by the whole idea."What do you THINK?" Coral had to whisper the next part, cause. “Nice,” I hear Jason say as he cups my left breast in his hand. “Big” he says as he starts nibbling on my left nipple, while his fingers on his other hand start rubbing and pinching my right nipple. While Jason is doing this, I feel my legs spreading apart, Robert sliding his hand up my leg, “soft” is what I think he said to me. His hand travels up to my heated area and his fingers don’t even hesitate to pull apart my lips there and he takes my little nub there with his teeth and pulls on it,. Her fingers were so softly, like butterfly wings, touching the skin along the edge of my bra. Then I felt the steel again as she cut the straps from my shoulders and cut between my breasts. Excitement again flooded me as her hot breath touched my skin. I heard their breath quicken as well as I felt her hands part my thighs and her lips surround my tender brown nipple. As she slid up my legs from my knees, I felt the warm wetness that I had missed so of late rubbing along my thighs. My hands.