“Are you okay?” I finally asked. “Can I…” she swallowed, and tried again, “Can I… touch them?” My head reared back. “What?�... “I just want to see what they feel like.” Her words came out in a rush, as if once she had made the initial request she couldn’t stop herself. “I’m never going to have big ones like you, and I just want to see what it’s like, and I’ll understand if you say no, I just wanted to ask.” She seemed to make herself stop. I thought about it. It was a little weird,. We found a hundred different suggestions that over the ensuing weeks we tried to distill into a coherent action plan. We finally boiled it down to three jobs:1) Make an "Honest Assessment" of yourself.2) Set "Attainable Goals".3) Write an "Action Plan".And so we'd both tried. I can tell you that it's not that easy. You're one of maybe two million male high school seniors in the country. Where do you stand in the group? What are the strengths of William Harold Sommers, an eighteen year old high. Her breasts made two absolutely perfect round swells in the top of the dress. The hem hugged her thighs tightly, and reflected the roundness of her ass whenever she moved. She was glad that the requirement to wear uniforms to class had been rescinded a few years ago.She knew Jaimeson thought she was sexy. Sometimes, when the students were working on something and Jaimeson was at his desk, she'd look up out of the corner of her eyes and notice him watching her, staring at her legs or boobs. She. "Yeah, nice looking girls all right," I replied. In truth mum and her two teenage daughters were more than all right."Let's see what sort of boat they got shall we," I said.We downed our beers and followed them at a distance, to the visitor's area, right at the end of the pontoon; they all boarded a large Motor Cruiser. Looking at its hull design, I could tell it was built for comfort and not for speed."What do you think?" Trev my other brother said."I think we may be in business," I smiled at.