But then, she could be the same, couldn't she? In school, she already had a larger bosom than most other girls and this girl has, at least, the same s...ze, if not bigger.And now she comes walking in, wearing just a short skirt, a small top, and high heels.Then she looks over at me, and she also looks surprised as she recognizes me, which does surprise me as I did not know she noticed me in school. She talks to the other girl and then comes over to us."Hey Bill, how nice to see you again! That. Hang on,” Paul replied. He reached over to the nightstand beside him and fetched the wristwatch he’d left there last night, shortly after they’d had sex.“Uh ... It’s like ... eight ... something,” he reported, struggling to read the small analogue face with his sleepy eyes. “‘Bout ten after eight.”“Mmm ... Good. It’s still kinda early, then,” Marcy purred. She was beginning to sound much more ‘awake’ now. Though he couldn’t see her face, somehow Paul knew Marcy’s eyes were wide open.“I. Was it my shorts or my bike? ‘I know my bike’s not as good as yours…’ I began. ‘It’s your shorts…your arse is going to hurt in them!’ ‘But cyclists wear Lycra shorts,’ I said naively. ‘They do but look…’ He basically showed me his arse and how the padded area encased his arse. God it gave his arse more definition and how it fucking shone in the light. ‘Your shorts are fine for the gym, or dancing but when your arse hurts…are you wearing anything under them?’ I blushed. ‘I thought,’ I said.. ”“What?” she gasped. “No!”“Come on, Mom!” Maria begged, sounding like a wheedling, little girl. “Let Sean fuck your asshole. Please, please! He'll pound you hard. You'll love it. I bet you enjoyed his fingers in your asshole.”“Well...” she said, biting her lip. “I mean...”“Yeah, you want it,” my sister said.“What?” Dad objected. “I've never fucked your asshole, Elisabet.”I clapped Dad's shoulders as I stared at Mom with such hunger. “But you'll get to fuck Maria's asshole. I broke her in for.