Mum wasn't a big lady by any means, althoughshe'd always worn a c-cup as far as I knew. Her brasusually hung limp across my flat chest. By contrast, t...isone felt at least two sizes too small.Still watching myself in the mirror, I swept my hair backover my shoulder to give myself an unobstructed view of thebrassiere - and everything else I was wearing, of course.Striking a catwalk pose, I planted my hands on my hips andadmired my reflection from a variety of angles.And was struck speechless by. I told her all about Mac and how the first time we had met, we had defended each other back to back in a playground fistfight against a bunch of bigger bullies. The rich kid and the ruffian. We had been inseparable from then on. Our parents and teachers never understood the connection.I told her about growing up poor and living in a small two bedroom apartment, sleeping in the same bed as my sister. I told her of the changes that happened when my father had become suddenly stupendously rich. I. He had his teeth clenched with the strain of holding on but within a few minutes I was coming again, riding a wave of orgasm as the vibrators ground against my pleasure centers again and again. He was coming too and we came down the crest together panting. We lay there for a few moments with our foreheads pressed together panting. I had had at least 3 orgasms and all the lead up from the morning as well but as the vibrators were still going I whimpered as I began to crest again. He lifted his. Trevor set his stuff down where Hayley had said, as he walked into the room. Peter pressed Trevor, ‘Trevor, this is my sister Hayley, the one I’ve told you about.’ Trevor smiled and put his hand out to hers ‘nice to meet you, Hayley, Pete has told me a lot about you.’ She felt his electricity when she shook his hand. Feeling her mouth begin to hang, she noticed and smiled shaking her head agreeing with him. Unable to utter a word while their hands touched. Peter laughed and broke the ice,.