" she said before again getting cut off."Nor do I, so what is stopping us?" he almost pleaded."I am thirty-odd years older than you for a start and th...n um...we are different." You are very obviously female and I am male and the age thing does not matter," he said as he continued to argue his case.Cornelia was weakening and she most certainly wanted him between her legs, "Look, let's just take a day or two to think about it," she said."Why? What is there to think about?" he asked.By now other. You have very nice, soft legs...and I kinda didn't realize what i was doing." Smiling and blushing, she asks "You think I have nice legs?" I foolishly blurted out "Yah you have nice everything. You're a very pretty girl." There was brief moment of silence, and what felt like sudden sexual tension. I was looking straight ahead, but could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I was just trying to be nice." "I don't think it was inappropriate......and. We trembled before her perfection – three old ladies, a skeletal teenager, and me. She didn't seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her own private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her. Fishbeck’s.”“That’s pretty big,” Paul admitted. “So yeah, when you grow up yours’ll be halfway between kind of big and really big.”Paula lightly pressed her fists to her bare chest and began walking around, moving her fists to simulate the bounce of hefty adult breasts. Her boyfriend laughed out loud. But then he hugged her.“No matter how big they get, I’ll still love you.” He gave her a little kiss. “Hell, I’ll love you if you never grow any boobs at all.”“Ah, you’re so sweet.”The next kiss.