She was eighteen and a half but I had naughty ideas bout her since she was fifteen and her boobs really started getting in my mind quite often. She wa... now wearing much more revealing outfits which is completely normal for a girl her age, especially in such a hot climate here in California. I don’t even know if she owns anything that doesn’t reveal an erection-inducing worth of cleavage.She had gone through only a few boyfriends but none of them lasted more than six months. She knew how. Then it hit me. Why not send Jenna a pic? She would surely tell me if I was being naughty, or if what I was doing was acceptable. So I headed upstairs to the bedroom, and started undressing. As I slipped my panties off, they peeled away with a bit of stickiness. I giggled and thought maybe it was something they used when I got the clit piercing. I ran a brush through my blonde curls and put on some makeup. A bit heavy. More than I normally would. I looked in the mirror. My curvy little body. She wore hot-pink platform go-go boots that matched thecolor of her ultra-short mini skirt. Her top was a tight white haltertop that was on the verge of becoming see-through in the rain. Her facemight have been pretty if it hadn't been slathered in makeup. Therequisite gold hoop earrings hung down under her reddish brown spikybob.It was just his awful luck that she slinked her way over and parked hershapely behind on a stool next to his! She waved at Mabel, who wasfilling ketchup bottles on. These half-cups weren't nearly deep enough to cover thoseenormous jugs of mine, but thanks to the white lace border runningacross the top, my nipples were barely -- and I do mean barely --covered.Of course, this arrangement was strapless, leaving my shoulders bare. Awhite lace collar went around my neck, and a ruffled white maid's capwas pinned into my blonde hair, but the whole arrangement left medefinitely underdressed, and the long, dangling earrings that the girlsclamped into my ears didn't.