The sight continued to play before her eyes, her slightly nerdy but charismatic boyfriend between the legs of that slut Amanda, her legs pulling him i...to her, all while he was supposed to be staying by her side at this high school party.It was the last party of the year and Greg promised he’d stay with her to keep her comfortable since she was most definitely not used to these kinds of things. Instead, a few hours into the night, when some people had left, but most others were still going. . just in case. His saddle creaked as he put his weight on his left leg and he swung down. The two other men followed suit.When his booted feet hit the boards of the porch, Jonas smelled the food and his stomach growled. He hadn’t had anything except jerky since morning. He thought a curse to himself, but kept quiet. He didn’t want to take the hospitality of a sheep farmer.Sarah came to and, through the fuzziness in her head, she realized she must have passed out again. The terrible pain in her. .Twenty minutes later I was knocking at her door. She came to open with a glass full of bourbon in her hand. Her makeup was so fucking sexy and she was wearing a pale green summer dress and high heels.“Are you sure of this, girl?” I asked her, taking the glass from her soft hand.Her answer was only point me at the garage, telling me to wait her there.Two minutes later she stood by the inner garage door; she shut it turned the lights on. As we stood there she said “There, by this work station. I was a little scared that first day of school and I decided I would dress normal. Which meant I would not show what I had but also would not hide the fact of what I did have? My tits had gotten even bigger before school started and I was almost a 38 c when I started the tenth grade. I wore a pair of semi tight blue jeans which allowed one to see my ass. I also wore a sweater top that clung to my big tits nicely but did not make them over whelming to your eyes by not showing any cleavage. I was.