"Have you been feeling achy, down here?" Her other hand reached over to stroke my lower abdomen, just above my pubic region. Again, I nodded. As she s...roked, the ache began again, but this time it was different. It kinda felt good.Mom nuzzled the side of my neck. "Its almost time, I can smell it on you." She enigmatically said, her voice think and almost slurring."Mom, are you drunk?" I asked. She laughed."No, well a little, but not like you think." She got to her feet and I was suddenly. One of them was groping Camille Butt asking her if she ever did some striptease? She offered her a job at the new strip club. Camille went to Ms Jackson office and complain about being molested by the old lady owner of the Strip Club.Ms Jackson stood up and approached a panicked Camille, she turned her towards a big mirror showing her and Ms Jackson behind Camille. Ms Jackson hands started to touch Camille body. She touched her small tits and grab her bubble butt even going underneath her. “Class starts in ten minutes, but I guess I’m available for lunch,” I replied. Thanks, Kevin. “It won’t take that long. But I just wanted to ask you in private, if that’s okay,” he continued.Where even was ‘private’ in a public school? “What’s it about, do I get to ask that?” I asked as I turned around. Credit to Milo, I think he could sense my discomfort, and also sense how fed up I was about my particular situation. “Okay, so, it’s about Taylor, and-” I started to protest but he held up a. Now why don't you make that your next stop."By the time we were on our way to get the forms, all of us had made purchases, with me buying the most. Now, I would have more than enough bras, panties, slips, and camisoles to last the two weeks until the costume ball.The store, which the saleslady had recommended, sold all sorts of medical supplies, including breast forms. When mom explained the situation, the fitter seemed very understanding and took mom and I into a fitting room where she showed.