My breasts had grown fuller in the past 3 years and they were heavy, but perky. I pinched down hard on her nipple. “Don’t do what?” I asked, clearly still in a daze. I admired how Ash’s boobs looked not too rigid, not too loose either. She sighed in reply. There was a time that I envied her soft curves, her lush hair, her smooth, perfectly round butt, the mole on the inside of her left breast – but it was obvious that I now desired her. The slope of her plump, soft breasts were very clearly visible. I reached out and adjusted the scarf around her head. She continued to kiss me and push me, so I followed her lead. Plus, Ashley wasn’t even interested in girls. “Yes, Annie?” she asked me. Ashley laughed. “I think I’m cumming” I moaned. Dammit. After another 30 seconds, I was practically dancing on my hips, and I felt the orgasm build up. Not that it would be so bad a thing. The only way I could survive a 9 hour long bus journey with my occasional feats of carsickness was
