By the time she started her freshman year of high school, she had a firm set of B-cup tits. By the time she graduated, her tits had filled out to beco...e C-cups. The rest of Candie's slender body had kept pace with her tits' development. She had long, shapely, legs that were brought together by a nicely rounded ass. Candie was as close to being a living Barbee doll as any human could be.Candie had indeed grown into a lovely young lady. The problem was, she knew it. She had become a remorseless. She’s the flute player I did duets with. She’s sent me text messages every day since my Sunday performance this week, asking to play some of the Renaissance music with me. We’re going to see if we can put together a program.”“Oh, yes. Is ... um ... Cindy part of your pod?”“Oh, God, no!” I burst out. “She’s ... well, I know she’ll be a sophomore in the fall but she’s only fourteen and really sweet. She’s way too young for our pod. We can be ... a little outrageous when we get together. I’d never. Bink gazed at me solemnly. “I’m happy we all pile up like we do, but you ‘n’ Mandy are MY thing. And it’s a forever thing.”“Well, that just tells me that what I thought we’d settled before hasn’t changed.”“It hasn’t,” Mandy said. “And if we’re all here...”“Practically speaking, though,” I said, “supposed I come down the hall and Sara’s on her knees waiting for me...”“Just tells me she’s got good taste,” Bink laughed.“No jealousy?”“Rule,” Mandy said. “We ALWAYS sleep with you. If you walk around. I would then sort out our breakfasts, and then would settle down for a longer morning session where he would knot and breed me. He had just fucked my brains out, and had locked and turned so we were stuck ass to ass, when it happen. “DING DONG!” The unmistakable sound of the doorbell cut the sounds of our combined panting. I figured it must be the post lady with a parcel for me, but I was far too busy and enjoying myself to worry about that too much. I reached under and started to touch my.