In the large dark room she silently let me kiss her passionately and fondle her firm breasts. Slowly my left hand dwells further down her belly to pla... with the blonde curls down there. Softly I caress her love lips with a few fingers. For sure she gets very wet! She bites her lips as she comes, trying hard not wake up anyone of the couple of dozen students there. On our way back to Amsterdam with a befriended young couple of freshmen, living at the same dorm as I do, they acknowledge they had. At this time every sexual feeling about her shot back into my head, she caught my hand and dragged me to living room. Where she asked me to have a seat on sofa and herself went to kitchen. She came back with a tray in which there were tea and cake for me. She sat there on a sofa making tea for me and we were looking towards each other. She asked me, why not you came to there. We were talking and I was staring at her perky tits. She noted and asked me what am I staring? Once again I became. ”“No! Please, Daddy!” as Susan screamed, her stomach continued to bloat, swelling as it grew rounder, pushing the zipper of her shorts down as it pushed out over her jean shorts. Susan was about to scream again, when she lost her breath for a moment. It became harder to breathe. It was like her chest was in a vice. Feeling through her shirt, she could feel her training bra stretched incredibly tight across her chest. Suddenly it ripped open and she took in a deep gasping breath. Looking down. " I thanked her and smiled.Mrs. Russell was about to tell me something when a young girl a little older than me came running into the house yelling, "MOMMY, MOMMY!"Mrs. Russell turned around and said, "What is it, Princess?" The girl stopped in her tracks when she saw me and just stared at me. Mrs. Russell told her it was impolite to stare at people and introduced us. She said, "Ricky this is my daughter Brenda. Princess, this is Ricky and he will be helping me around the house and yard if his.