Um i guess i would,” she stammered. Jill was still wearing the white t shirt she’d had on when they came to the studio, but now, for some reason, it seemed to hug her proud teenaged breasts, accentuating how they stuck out from her chest, each one a double handful. The whole trip was spent pondering and checking out the other girls on the bus: their bust sizes, haircuts, eye colours. She’ll be home in about an hour. I should get to an end, i demanded myself. Kristen retreated to the edge of her bed, stunned at what she was about to do.
This time jill came out dressed in one of her mother’s business suits. I smiled at her. She couldn’t wait to get home to start preparing for the dinner.