"And uh, I guess I want to stay awake, I mean if we do stuff." Jane looked at me and it seemed like she wasn't really a hundred percent sure. "Sleepin... is kinda boring and I want to remember everything." Uh-huh, sleeping is bad." I grinned and she giggled."Well, I don't know. I guess it sort of depends." She looked down as if she was a shy little girl with a secret. "I heard of a girl who passed out at a party..." she glanced at me, " ... Do you know Nancy Westin?" Yeah," I nodded. "I fixed her. Adults will tell us this isn't so, but every night on TV we see the girl with the big bosom getting the boys. We also see it in the magazines, and at school. The boys pay attention to the bigger chests. Only as we develop our own do we realize that a lot of boys don't realize that there's a person attached to those boobs.Your chest is never the right size. It's either too small or too large. It's misshapen (one boob larger than the other), or any number of other things. And your bra, it either. She was actually quite attracted to him, even though he was about 20 years older than her. She had always preferred older men and what she hadn't told Frank was that the two affairs she had enjoyed at university were actually both with older men, one had been her lecturer, almost two years ago, and the second was a mature age student last year.For six months she had lived with Bill, the mature aged student until he graduated at the end of last year and then moved interstate to take up a job he. She closed her eyes, and nodded, as he brought his soapy hand down to her breast. He spread the soap over her breast, and watched her nipples get hard, as her breathing became a bit more labored. He dropped the washcloth, and just used his hands, one on each breast, working the soap on them. Kate gasped, and backed into the wall, using it to help hold her up, as his hands washed her breasts. "Oh God," Kate whispered, as he cupped water into his hands and rinsed her breasts off, still touching.