. I’m telling you that be ... because I’ve been developing an attraction to ... you, too.” I leaned back a little and stared wide-eyed at her un...il she said, “I don’t want to cause problems with your ... sisters, but may I kiss you? Just a little bit,” she added quickly.When I nodded and slightly moved my head toward hers, she leaned in and lightly placed her lips on mine for a few seconds, then pulled back. Our arms still around each other, I closed my eyes and reveled in the kiss.After I. I make it home in just the corset. Luckily, no one catches me -- though it migh have been fun if they had.Now I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror in my parents room. They are gone for the weekend. With a knife I cut the corset open. My pussy gets hotter and wetter with each snap of the cruel cord that shaped my stomach. Finally, it falls to the floor, and I breath in deep. Completely naked, and my breasts still aching, I begin to stroke my tight little virgin pussy with my two. My Dad thought kids on the bus were troublemakers. He was going through a divorce with his wife. My dad talked to him about it a lot when he came over to have a couple of beers with my dad. I had an awful crush on him.Mr. Anderson had dark hair with just a sprinkling of silver and hazel eyes. He was 6 foot 1 and in good shape. He was 48 years old. I was 15 and had blonde hair all the way to my ass and a nice tan. Blue eyes and a firm young body with b cup tits. Most guys told me I was hot.I. . number nine. Last chance.”“Yes, sir ... I had no idea you were our first last chance.”“I’m proud to meet you, Colonel Jacobin. Your file makes for exciting reading.”“I’ll have to check, sir. In any case, you’ll have to finish out this one before you can read it.”“The reason I called?”“Oh ... there’s been an accident.”“Yes ... I already said that.”“It’s a pretty big one.”“You were redirected incorrectly.”“1959 ... a day after your father’s death.”“You were supposed to go to 1955 ... thirteen.