The usual tops were, well, like short T’s. And T-shirts were all right.Everybody wore them.This ... thing, though ... it was maybe the most feminine...piece of garment. It insinuated something – something altogether different from their daily tops. It suggested as if he ought to have breasts; as if he had them, even though you couldn’t see them. But he didn’t, did he? No student did at Norton’s, not even the Barbs, so what was the point?He dropped the bra and picked up the thong, just another. “I do want to lick you. I want to make you cum. You made me cum so hard when you sucked my cock.”“Shit,” Lori groaned. “Damn, this is going to change everything if I don't get rid of this dick. You know that, right? We crossed a line, Yoshiko. It was half my fault. But...”“Things are different,” Yoshiko smiled, stroking Lori's thighs. “We're more than friends.”“Yes!” Lori trembled as Yoshiko slid her hand higher, savoring how silky her friend's thigh felt beneath her palms. “I don't want to. She was hesitant but after a little coaxing and telling her that she was so cute, she finally started to undress for me. I watched as a pair of full succulent breasts appeared and small thin figure followed. She was hot and I instantly got wet thinking about sucking the puffy nipples hardening in the cool of the air conditioning. I came up behind her and put my arms around her slipping my hands up to cup her titties. I squeezed them slightly and instead of brushing me off or pretending to be. It seemed, as his father had explained to his mother one day, that the tight strings that all men wore around their male organ had something to do with this. It also help to explain why girls under marrying age got pregnant much easier than the more mature women.John could now see the logic in this. Those young girls like Takowa - they probably all had sex very early in life - they got laid by boys who were not considered men yet and thus had no right to wear the sign of manhood which was the.