"Let's go to our quiet spot," I whispered softly to her.She seemed surprised. "Last time we went you said you weren't ready."I had said I wasn't ready...previously, and ever since then, I had been pretty sure that, had I not, things would be different. Much different."I'm more than ready," I said as I directed her hand between my legs so she could feel the damp warmth of my shorts.Her smile lit up like a thousand fireworks in the night and we skated off the rink and changed into our Converse's. She had brown eyes and honey brown, curly hair that she wore in a French chignon. At 5 ft she was a kind, considerate girl who had the confidence to know what she wanted and not afraid to go and get it. But unlike her mother, she had a bit of wild streak and sometimes acted upon it. To Sophie her mom was strait-laced and sensible. Sophie took some chances and even though she was leaving her Mid-west roots, she knew she would make it. For two years, she worked hard and excelled at her studies.. Velma couldn't help noticing Daphne's tits rise and fall under her diaphones sleep wear. The brunette realized that her own breasts were larger than her red-haired friend's, especially with the new growth from her early pregnancy."Velma, I'm worried about what's going to happen to the gang," Daphne admitted. "Now that Fred and I are..." Fucking like bunnies," Velma finished for her friend. "Come on, Daphne, don't look so surprised. You know I'm smart enough to figure out what the two of you are. I was getting week and week and I was breathing heavily slowly he moved to his hand upwards and reached my boobs over the dress.. and he kept his hand on my left boob as he was towards my left side. He didn’t even press my boob he was just keeping his hand and he kept moving his fingers on my boob .then I opened my eyes and said to him that this is not good and asked him to leave me and I removed his hands over my body. But SALMAN again held my hand and came near to me and said nothing will.