She was doing well in Chemistry, too. And Warren had truly re-awakened her love of reading, so English was coming along fine.The big problem was histo...y. It was never her favorite subject to begin with-that had been her one C on her fourth quarter report card last year-and that was also the class where she had the same teacher as last year, Mr. Doherty. She imagined in her mind Mr. Doherty looking at his class lists, seeing the name Sophia Daniels, and banging his head against his desk crying. The idea came to her suddenly. One towel she wrapped around her head. The other, the one usually wrapped around her chest she tied off at the waist.She stepped back into the common room. Her tits felt loose and heavy, swaying freely as she moved. The cool air of the room made her nipples crinkle. She didn't look at Olivia or Lyn, she just walked slowly and proudly, eyes forward, chin raised slightly. She let a tiny bit of roll into her hips. When she reached her room she closed the door behind. (There are undertones of joking racism, but you have to understand that all of the jokes are actually poking fun at those people who truly feel as though all black people are thugs and thieves, or rapists. We don't actually feel that way.On the third night of the trip, at around 1 in the morning, Justin said he wanted to go for a walk through our town. The town we were staying in was a small city just outside of D.C., and as anyone of the area can tell you, not the least devoid of thugs, gangs. They argued all the time and I'm pretty sure they were both fooling around. My dad just married a woman that he had known for some time; I think they were messing around for a long time.My mom was living with a guy she had known from work and, like Dad, I think they were having an affair for a long time.So, I live with my Dad and his new wife and her two daughters.My stepmom is very pretty, fairly tall, blond, and very curvy. A MILF. Her daughters are smaller versions of her, Allison is.