They were every bit as pretty as she was, and she suspected some even much prettier. If ever Veronica had on redeeming virtue, it is borne of her stre...t-smart realization that she is not the ‘smartest of blonds'; she chuckled at the thought. Back at school, her grades were barely good enough to enable her graduate. As she sat and waited her turn, she decided if all these other girls were smarter than she was, then she had to find her own edge over them. She struck up a light conversation with. Firm and pert, I was probably in the B-cup range, but they were better looking than before. They didn't look like a woman's breasts, but they were obviously out of place on a masculine male. In the sauna, Roberto teased, but I could see he was as proud of them as I was. I wore bulky sweaters and baggy shirts to work to hide them, lest they jut out and attract attention. I was already getting teased for letting my hair grow out. I had not been macho, but had always wore my hair short. This was. The fly to his trousers was long broken and he slipped his hand through to hold his penis. A cigarette in one hand, his cock in the other and a beautiful woman who did not know he could see her. This was turning into a very good day.His eyes followed her body down to the skirt, which had risen slightly to show the leg just below the knee. She stirred slightly and looked around her. He stopped his hand moving, desperately hoping she would not move on. She took a bite of her sandwich, shuffled. Instead my lucky eyes were treated to an undergrad in a black business suit, heels, and hose. Her skirt cam up above the knee by about 2 inches showing plenty of the smooth silkiness of her nude pantyhose. Her heals were around 2 inches. Just enough to lift and firm her lower half. She was a brunet with her hair pulled back tight into a long clean pony tail. Her tits were a nice size but not really all that big. Her most attractive feature were her legs. Her nice slim hips faded down into well.