Or perhaps having breasts is a female thing so any girl with big ones must be more feminine"She sat and mulled over what I had said."Yeah that just ab...ut holds up" she smiled at me, "but that's not why girls like big cocks." Do girls talk about cock size then?" I asked."What, do they ever," she chuckled, "every guys equipment is catalogued and his performance graded." So how do I stand up?" I said, then we both laughed at my pun."Not bad twin," she chuckled, "lets go inside now shall we." Yeah,. How silly of me to be fantasizing about her thoughts. I become almost embarrassed at my wanderings, especially as my cock has begun to bulge in my pants. I return to the conversation at my table, attempting to forget my foolish dream. I look up again to find her looking my way, then our eyes meet and she makes no attempt to look away, giving me a sensuous smile. Then, without her company noticing she delicately drops her fork to the floor and innocently turns in her chair retrieve it. Her eyes. ” “You needed the money that badly?” Fiona asked looking at Marta with a confused expression, “Why didn't you just ask for an advance?” “I did ask,” Marta, near tears, sobbed, “but Mister Dave said no advance, if I needed the money that bad, to buy my mother special medicine, I only had one option, so I endured the pain and shame and let him do to me what he wanted.” Fiona turned to face Dave. He could tell by the hate in her eyes and way her chest was heaving that she was mad, madder than. Not that the Lady seemed to be that old. Youngness. That's the impression he got. She was young. A God for a new age. A new people.He looked around the room. None of his classmates had the right look. The right ... shimmer. Some of them could be followers. Yes. Maybe all. But not disciples. He needed those first. Girls to be his seconds, his connection to the faithful, much as he was the bridge to the Glory. So the Lady had said, or, at least, so he had understood.Alan smiled. This still made.