I turned and stuffed the magazines up my jacket and my hands in my pockets, just about managing to hold the bag in place. I turned down a side street,...meaning to keep away from as many people as possible on the way home.It was two streets further along that it happened. I didn’t see her, I was too busy keeping my eyes glued to the pavement, but Mrs Hotter certainly saw me. “Darren!” she called out loudly, even though she was practically on top of me.Startled, I somehow lost my grip on the brown. She did look like Barbie; her boobs were certainly as big as the doll's. She didn't feel any different down there. Right now it felt a little cool, and she was certainly more aware of her sex than she normally was - she remembered having a discussion with Butch when she had just turned 14.They were in his room recovering from their first time of the afternoon. She'd looked at his cock as it shrank back to normal size and asked what it was like walking around with one."You don't really notice. It’s funny how none of these girls would give me a look, but now I am getting deep stares everywhere I went, both with or without my fiancée.We scheduled a trip back to Vincennes on Labor Day Weekend, alone.We have four out of six classes together; English/Language Arts, Algebra II, Biology/Chemistry, and Spanish.It’s a funny thing, I picked Spanish to find out what the people around me were saying assuming a ‘very’ white boy wouldn’t know. Melody selected Spanish due to the encroaching hoards. Jessica kept assuring her that she had the better stomach of the two of them and should show it off, and she insisted that her legs looked great, but Kristen was self conscious anyway.Kristen made her final jump and that ended their test. “You’ve each made a marginal increase overall” said Miss Valis. “I’ll have your final grade ready next class. For now, hit the showers and have a great weekend.” Miss Valis turned, and started toward the school.Jessica smiled at Kristen, “sounds like we did.