After some deliberation she placed a 36-24-36” in the breast, waist and hip columns. The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well, “Br... Cup”. While most girls would kill to have bra tag that read “32 DD”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very skinny girl, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of hormones. To her dismay, at the tender age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most stared at girl in her middle school. Claire. The man charged to what I guessed that he figured was a good shooting distance for his arrow. At that point, he swerved to his right to take a shot at me. I was expecting that, so I was ready with my cocked pistol. Just as he had drawn his bow to the maximum, I fired. I did not know what he expected, but my bullet caught him a little bit low in the breast bone and shattered it. He was thrown from his horse, and his arrow went flying wildly nearly straight up into the air. Ah, another horse that. Don't get me wrong, I've seen it before. I grew up with boys and had more boy-friends than girl-friends throughout junior high and high school. I remember going over to my neighbor's house on several occasions and walking in on my guy friends watching porn together and teasing them for "taking notes" on what they watched. Once I was in my first serious relationship, it was with a guy who loved to watch porn. Sometimes we watched it together, but often he watched by himself. I started feeling. He was also black. When he saw me he looked away, but I kept staring. He started to work on his test again, but as he did, he opened his legs. His tight fitting khakis fit well over his brawny thighs and I could easily see a pronounced bulge in his crotch. As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge. My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his.