Oh, right, I said acting surprised. You still look like a big girl though. Really? Yeah. I bet you have little boobs and have hair like me too, I said...as I pointed out the small hairs on my crotch. She looked down with wide eyes and opened her mouth with a wow as she saw the hair. She told me she didnt have anything like that but I pretended not to believe her. I had her lay back on the bed and I kneeled down to pull her shorts and panties off. I put them on the floor and stared at her plump. This new sense of lightness brought withit an unusual impression of well-being, which was an invitation tocontinue the lacing process in the hope that it would produce furtherpleasant sensations.On that first occasion, my sense of smell had generated only someunwelcome associations. My own personal aroma of "Sweaty Fear" hadbeen induced by the unfamiliar activities, and compounded by the ever-present threat of discovery. A whole new series of nervous reactionshad been triggered off; causing my. "Says 'little miss finishing school'! Bit late to be going all Karl Marxon me, when your first job interview came courtesy of daddy's golfclub!"The bastard was right; I was one of them now! A privileged rich kid witha private education. Damn it, I was even eating food from a Fortnum andMason hamper! I drained another glass of wine at that horrible thoughtand pushed myself onto unsteady legs. My head swam a little bit,reminding me just how much I had to drink.I excused myself whilst Mark was. Him watching me so closely flipped a switch in me. I immediately became aroused. I had never had a guy watch me before. He was just staring at me as Mike was trying to make headway with my boobs.Our eyes met and locked. He had a look of desire in his eyes. Damn, he was so cute. I wanted to be making out with him, not Mike. I could see he was trying to catch a glimpse of my boobs as Mike was attempting to lift my top. As Rob watched I let up my guard and let Mike lift my top exposing part of my.