. am I... really... bigger?" You know I've seen a lot of guys," Camile answered. "I've seen a couple that were bigger than yours, but you are pretty l...rge for somebody in your grade. I don't think you may be in any competition with Tiny Jonas, but you're definitely in the top ten percentile in the school."This embarrassed me a bit, so I decided to get off that particular subject. "What happened after that?"Camille said, "Debbie and I played with the tickets for a few days, and then Debbie did. She wore a green blazer, collared shirt, green skirt, green leotards and black shoes. She often did drawings quietly by herself. One day Ms Patterson sat us both down in her office for a chat.Ms Patterson: Have you ever considered modeling for art?Me: No I have not.Melissa blushed: Well, I did but I erase those thoughts for I was brought up to be prim and proper in a strict family.My cock twitched a bit when I heard this.Ms Patterson: It is alright to unlock those thoughts. I posed many. But do find a comfortable spot and take it easy while I bring you some refreshments." Look, George, are there going to be any more girls at this party tonight?" Charisse asked with a strained look on her face. "This looks like a stag party we dropped in on by mistake! And what kind of 'refreshments' is Sally bringing up? After that 'white lightning' in the car, I don't think I could touch another drop of liquor tonight."Aren't you the worry wart!" Debbie laughed instead of giving her the moral. They call us and Pussy Prep."Sir!" she said loudly, blinking big, blue eyes, her hard young breasts rising, inviting. I felt my ram trembling, eager to impale this luscious piece."It's much too tight. Did it fit last year when you were just thirteen?" I walked around the desk and quickly undid her buttons, rubbing her mounds with the back of my hands and noting how firm they were. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked as I spread it over her slim shoulders, unsnapped her tiny center- closing.