I was grateful of the company as we sat on some of the boxes just casually chatting. Gemma asked how I was doing after recently splitting from my girl...riend. I explained how I had found her cheating on me with a friend and that it had been ongoing since we started dating. At this point I found myself getting upset. Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably trying to. I've never grown larger than an A-cup, and John seems to enjoy them. He says large-breasted girls aren't anywhere near as enjoyable as being with someone who clearly shares her enjoyment with him and shows appreciation for his attention and affection. As I've heard, it's not what you have but how you use what you have that will make you special." But you have something. They may not be big, but there is something to hold onto. I believe the few guys who actually took me on a date only did so as. The phone rang as he answered by the way he was talking and stroking his always ready trouser snake I felt that he had something wanting some big meat. He hung up turning to me he said go up and get ready shes on her way! I went back up to assume my position to watch the show I had barely got in position when she came in looking all around. He walked up in front of her, she dressed in short shorts and an all-mighty sweet tank top. Her long blonde hair falling below her shoulders he didn't waste. However, for now we'll let it go. It seems that we have to live together even if neither of us like the situation. Perhaps we can try and just get along. I expect the heavy hand of your father has forced your return and no doubt has set targets he expects you to achieve. I'll help you as much as I can, but you'll have to do your part too. As far as I'm able, I'll try and keep out of your hair and perhaps in return, you can try and control yourself a little." I received a sullen nod in response.