rwolf1970

Cara sat in class, daydreaming. History was so dull the way Mr Roberts taught it. James, though, he wasn't dull! All the girls wanted to be his girlfriend, but he didn't even look at them. He was always looking at the seniors, with their swinging hips and their boobs. She wished she could look like they did - maybe James might look at her that way then! It wasn't fair, she didn't even have enough to fill the training bra she wore, and they were there waving them in guys faces all day. She wished she could just be like them, all boobs and confidence. She'd seen them in the changing rooms in the gym, all lacy bras and tiny panties. Was that wha