" Heather put a hand on my left thigh, stroking my leg through the stocking I wore. It felt nice, but I sorta wanted to tell her to keep both hands on...the steering wheel."I guess so," I said slowly, not wanting to say anything that might be bad about any of Heather's friends."She's always been like that," the girl sighed. "She always blames the boy too. It's not your fault you're a sissy." Yeah," I cleared my throat and winced as we passed between two eighteen wheelers in the blink of an eye.. His lust won out, and as he walked back to his desk and sat down, he nervously said, “I, oh shit, I uh, I’m so sorry, Kayla. I’m so embarrassed right now, at having you catch me that way. I, uh, can we pretend this never happened, and get back to work on those problems?”I walked to the front of his desk, and led him on further by asking, “What would ever possess you to do something like that, Mr. K, I’d really like to know?”Then he was almost in tears as he spilled his guts, saying, “I’m so. Fuck, Gianella, I dont — I mean, I hope you dont think — I can, if you want. She stood next to the big oak desk in my basement that held my video games, her small hand on her hip as her 13-year-old body was cocked to one side. Her shirt was clinging to her body, and those round breasts (undoubtedly C or D cup, or more). The bra around them were stretching the material of her top. An inch-long dark shadow of cleavage sat right above to top edge of the skin tight shirt and teased the hot teen. This had primary been because of Judy. Listening to their conversationthroughout it, Judy had been a childhood friend of my grandma and theyhad actually done ballet together when they were girls. Because of this,they spent a lot of time speaking about the nostalgia they had for it.This was interesting to listen in on at first, but as it continued, Ihad wished that they put a little more effort into my lesson.They hadn't completely forgotten about me though. With both of themobserving me, they.