When we got out of the shower, I didn’t want you putting anything back on. It would have taken me that much longer to get them back off of you and ... was ready right then. I bought that nightie just for you and have had that for a few weeks waiting for that night. When you walked up and took me in your arms, I think I was about to soak those panties right there. My cunt was aching for you.I had been thinking that it had been so long since you and I have been together that I would start. Her grades suffered but her bank account blossomed.The first man she met became known as "Sugar Daddy." That's what she called him. Real names were never mentioned. She did him a half dozen times before he said she would be better off with a younger guy. Younger guys that could afford her service didn't exist. Most men were over forty.The oldest man she serviced was seventy-three. Grandpa, as she called him, was sweet and kind. It took some time for him to get it up, and he never got really. Ava walked out into the cold night with her stark naked body, she felt shivers rubbing down her spine and her nipples getting hard. She began to quickly walk out the school and down the quiet and deserted street. She felt her tits bounce around as she paced down the street leading to her house when she heard music, then headlights, then an engine, and then a honk from a car. “Shit. My fucking luck.” Gangs, she had heard of them but never saw them.Here they are, she took off running. Clutching. I looked around and found the blanket on the floor next to me. I picked it up and hugged it as if hugging all the women in Boobtopia. I had the strongest urge to go back, to get to that pool party before anyone missed me.Then I remembered that Boobtopia was a pocket dimension with its own residents, and running at a different time increment. Not to mention, I had my own responsibilities here, in my own world. Yes, several situations in Boobtopia had reminded me of home and my desire to return.