” She takes hold of Heather’s wrist and gently moves her hand aside. Tabitha couldn’t do it of the girl had resisted, but Heather quite meekly l...ts her. A quick snap of the catch and Tabitha is brushing the cups away, revealing all. “I was right,” she says, pleased. “They are lovely and firm, yet soft to the touch.” Tabitha gently runs her hand across them to test the softness and then takes a step back. “I think you should button back up, we got to get back to class, and we should do it. I think that if you had approached me and offered yourself to me after one of the jams, I would have turned you down and been flattered. “Pushing yourself” on me like you did was the only way you were ever going to get my attention. I would have spent the rest of my life admiring your smile and your talent and your body, but I would have never done anything about it.”“Keri, when I get right down to it, I am so very thankful for you doing what you did. I didn’t know that I needed you. I didn’t. Just like that I was back on top.We made small talk as we downed the drinks, Jan and I testing the waters and Trace studiously ignoring any reference to our previous meeting. I began to have doubts, and Jan's confidence began to grow. We couldn't have that. Finishing my drink, I stood.'Let's go.'It was a command and Jan got to her feet reflexively. She couldn't resist if she wanted to. Trace hesitated. 'Where to?''Does it matter?'Instead of rising to my challenge, he rose from his stool. I won. Oh...Oh!" Each stroke extracting a reaction. The changes were small but easily detectable. It had gone much quicker than Keith would have imagined. This 33 year old woman is taking me stroke for stroke. Brandi winced with every stroke, both up and back. Especially hard to absorb is when I came down, hammering into her without mercy. But there is a difference. The pressure is still there, the sensation of being filled beyond her limit is obvious. What is quickly deteriorating is the burning.