I don't remember a time when I laughed so hard. It felt so good to have this feeling come over me.
But soon although I thought it was pretty funny, reality set it. For some reason I knew that it was somehow wrong, but I still liked the thought of it.
Jon kept looking at me. I didn't like that look. "Karyn," he said, "You like when people fondle you don't you?"
I couldn't believe he said that. He knew I didn't like having these new huge boobs. Truth be told, they weren't ever really sensitive so I never knew what girls really liked about having people touch theirs. As I was thinking this I started arching my back. Well, if they think I'm that suggestible, they are severly wrong. I could feel my hands running up my stomach as they got to the underside of my breasts. It didn't feel half bad this time.
"Jon," I said, "don't you want to see if your suggestion worked?" I was trying to play it cool, but I really wanted someone, anyone to come over and fondle me. I kept sticking out my chest waiting for them to touch me. I know they wanted to since they were all staring.
Finally Pete walked over and said....
