As soon as I walked into the room the Marine grabbed me from behind and squeezed my tits so hard while pulling me against him. While biting my neck he...started to peel my clothes off without saying a word. Just biting and hard breathing. I could feel his muscular frame pressed against my back and his huge arms wrapped tightly around me. One arm at a time would peel another article of clothing of while the other arm held onto me. I was so scared, but so aroused at the same time.The Marine finally. He was only home for about twenty minutes when his roommate Angela arrived home. She was a nice girl though and not really his type which is good as it would have made sharing an apartment very uncomfortable. She had a bath and later in the evening came out for their nightly talk. It was sort of a custom, a way for both of them to relax before going to bed. Well, it helped her; he usually was up for a few more hours studying after she headed off to bed. This night, he figured that Angela being. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a panty girdle. The card game was hilarious and, as she giggled, she’d part her legs very slightly and I’d get a full flash. It wasn’t really until then that I started to think about Doreen and the possibility of what might happen between us. Of course, the signs were there – I just hadn’t been looking for them. Anyway, I started to have the occasional wank with. When I got up to use the toilet it wasn’t pain that gave me pause it was the need to rebalance myself with the weight of my superb new breasts. I’d need to adapt to them over time. Happily I’m young and soon I was adapting. Monday the dressings were changed for much smaller lighter ones and Dr Fine called to check me out.“So how do you feel today Lesley?”Now on the charts at the foot of my bed I was now “Ms Lesley Carmine” as I requested and not “Mr Leslie Carmine” as was.“Pretty good if a tad.