Like I had said English was not my best subject and if I did not pass I could not play volleyball for the next two weeks. We had just started district...play and had a very good chance at winning district and going far in the playoffs.Ms. Steam had a policy of giving two swats per point that would allow you to pass. A cheerleader had received four swats hers now over mine were just about to begin. We had both been told in class when she gave us our grades and told anyone that wanted to pass the. I was excited every time she tried on something and ask me how she looked… the soft silk of the panties on her chocolate skin along with her sexy ass, was really amazing… I found a nice set in red, I tried the bra and matching panties on, as Josie stepped in to the changing room with me and she told me the bra was a bit too small for my round heavy tits. But she also said the panties were so sexy, she could see my shaved pussy lips through the fabric. Suddenly Josie steeped behind me and ran. It was a warm morning and the earlyworkers sweltered in the pulsating sun. My breath was cut short, aghastat the decision I had made. The bra clung to my flat chest, its cupsdesperately lifting what it could. The garment had sat on my desk formonths after purchase, taunting me with its tantalising straps. I couldnever explain the draw, the compulsion to this particular item oflingerie. It was the thrill, I guess. The thrill of a bra of my own."Morning Kate," I exclaimed cheerfully to the. You look amazing Angela, are you dressing up for me or Rambo... ?She burst out laughing as I let her in and we walked straight into the lounge.“So shall we try something different today... ?” I asked.“What... ?” she replied, handing me her anorak and standing with her hands on her hips.“Come in the kitchen and sit down.”We walked in and Rambo was immediately between her legs as she tried to push him away.“Sit on the chair and let him have a little go between your legs.”She sat down and parted.