Our terrace is always closed and only used by the watchmen, so the passage in front of the terrace is normally always isolated. Once we got on the ter...ace passage he left my hand and slowly glanced at me from top to bottom and said how good looking I was. I felt nice as he slowly touched my face and romantically kissed me on my cheeks. I wasn't really sure what to say at that moment as I was afraid to be with a stranger in that position as well as excited to be with a strange who has seen me. Of course I had to allow Ken to fuck me, honey! How could I reward him otherwise for the wonderful night??She brushed a stray curl and held her hand up, fingers outstretched, to admire the manicure. Strawberries and roses hand-painted on those long sharp nails.?Ken Halderwell is certainly well endowed, darling, and he is not embarrassed to use it either! I am sure that you are so glad that he serviced me properly. He showed me how to sit on a man?s face and extract the most pleasure from every. . Different..." Yeah..." I whispered nervously. "I feel a little different..." And you sound a little different..." she responded to my voice."Yeah... I...uh..." I cleared my throat. "Yeah..." The accent wasn't goingaway."So, is this what you do for fun now, when nobody's home?" She smiled alittle, which kind of helped ease the tension."No, I..." I stopped... I definitely hadn't been doing this only athome, I mean hell, I went to work dressed like this now, there was nohiding my breasts and. My eyes widened as it dawned on me what this meant. I was ... well, I couldn’t tell, not without measuring, but ... I was pretty sure that I was a B-cup! And according to my brother’s theory, that meant ... I looked around to make sure that no one was watching - a strange thing for a teenage girl to do, alone in her room, but I was exploring new territory. The door was closed, and so I lay down in my bed, shut my eyes, and imagined one of the singers from my favourite boy-band standing over me,.