“He’s been staring at my boobs so hard I think his eyes are going to pop out.”I struggled to find something to say.“Oh, now he’s getting a l...ttle bolder. Got his hands on me now, giving my tits a little squeeze. Mmmm, he’s pinching my nipples, making them nice and stiff.”She let out a sigh.“Now he’s sliding a hand down my stomach. Under my bikini bottom and down between my legs. Ooooo, he just slipped a finger inside.”I almost dropped my phone.“Look, I think we’re going to go inside so he can. I filled her in on all the rumors I'd heard, and overheard. And she updated on her side of the family. Cousin Bobby had come out of the closet. Cousin Phil lost his construction job and was living in a trailer park. Aunt Phillis was at a San Diego rehab clinic (no wonder) and while she was away her husband had shacked up with a nymphette hairdresser half his age. "What about your love life, Darlin'?" she asked with a pointed look in my direction. "What love life?" I said, perhaps a little. This time, thankfully, his car had started right up and he quickly pulled away.As he drove down the semi-dark streets, Michael wondered if Cindy had ever really been serious about him. Or had the whole summer relationship just been a ploy to make her boyfriend, for that was what he was sure Bob had been, take more notice of her. He supposed he should feel angry or something, but all he felt was a sense of disappointment. In a way, for whatever the reason, Cindy had been right. Next week he. Kim brushed the creases from her short black pleated school skirt and adjusted the sleeves on her crisp, white school blouse. Her breasts stood out proudly under the brilliant white blouse. She leaned back and moved her hands out of the way before she looked up at Rachel.“Come on then – over my knees and put your hands on the floor.” The Head Girl looked at Helen and smiled.Rachel Hatton did as instructed and carefully lowered herself over Kim’s knees, placing her hands flat on the carpeted.