"SHE can't be as big as that! It's impossible!" Angharad whirled round in her desk and hissed at Zara. "Who said?"
    "My little sister told me. She was at your house last night, when you were out. They were measuring each other."
    "Those kids! What does my mam think she's doing, letting kids play with tape measures?"
    "They can't come to any harm; they're just measuring each other."
    "Your Pandora must have got it wrong. Sian can't be that big!"
    "Pandora said Sian's milk was in." She lowered her voice, aware that people were trying to hear the conversation. "She said she'd never seen anyone with tits as big as hers. Not ever!"
    "Huh! What does she know about it?"
    "Pandora's seen big tits before. She's seen Betsy's and Tina's."
    "If Sian's were as big as she says, they'd be as big as Betsy's and Tina's put together!"
    "Why shouldn't they be? Yours are."
    "Hers can't be as big as mine! The little cow, there's nothing of her but tit. Who's she think she is, anyway? I'm gonna murder that bitch, the little bloody milkmaid!"
    Zara gaped at this outburst. Several of the class were giggling. Angharad glared round fiercely at them and they hid their grins behind books and desktops. They loved it when Angharad got mad. She went all bright red and her nipples stood out like thimbles, right through her bra and blouse. But this was a new one altogether. Angharad was jealous of someone, and from what the class had heard, it was her youngest sister. Sensation! That was the kid who'd been sighted flashing her tits outside the dining hall on her very first day at the school. If Angharad was jealous of her kid sister, it followed that the kid sister must be huge; huger than any of them had thought. This, the class decided, was well worth investigating.
    The bell clanged for lunchtime, and they all charged out, anxious for a closer look at this most incredible of all Angharad's sisters.
    "Where have they all gone?" Angharad asked crossly.
    "They want to be first in the queue," Zara grinned as Barry wandered over to escort her to lunch. "You coming, 'Harad?"
    "I'm not hungry!"

The class were slightly disappointed, but they had to agree; the Jones kid was ridiculously stacked, but she still wasn't as stacked as Angharad. The two juniors went wandering off around the field as they usually did. Sian's bust was easily visible from behind, swelling out to both sides of her skinny body. Pandora's hip-twitching walk was more pronounced than ever, almost as if she were aware of the dozen pairs of eyes burning into them from the eager group of fourteen-year-olds.
    "They're all watching us," Pandora whispered, allowing her bottom to swing her almost off her feet. She glanced sideways at her friend. Even without the milk, Sian was quite simply massive. In less than a week, she had visibly swelled until her breasts were now far larger than her head. Pandora would never have imagined that anyone could grow so fast.
    "They're watching your fat arse," Sian muttered out of the corner of her mouth.
    "They won't be watching my arse when they can watch your huge tits," Pandora corrected her.
    "They can't see my tits from behind. Can they?"
    Pandora fell back a pace or two. "Easy. They stick out about this far on each side. And I never noticed before; they come right down past the top of your skirt, nearly to your bum. And they wobble. Up and down and side to side and round and round..."
    "Okay, that's enough! Even your little ones would wobble if you didn't have a bra on."
    "If I don't wear a bra, mine don't wobble, they just hang there," said Pandora. She suddenly realised what Sian had said. "You're not wearing a bra? Where is it?"
    "I had to go in the toilets and take it off. It exploded in English this morning."
    "Exploded? I didn't hear anything."
    "It didn't make a noise," Sian explained patiently. "It just went, like, wuuuh, and it wasn't joined together at the back any more. The hooks are all broke. Don't tell anybody..." She produced the unhappy bra from her bag and handed it to Pandora who handled the huge, pink object with a kind of reverence.
    "Wow," she said softly, wondering how anyone could ever be big enough to fill a bra like this. Not just fill it; to make it explode in English...
    "You're supposed to be looking at the hooks at the back, not the cups."
    Pandora turned the monstrous thing in her hands, fondling the over-stretched satin. At last, she came to the seemingly endless row of hooks. Four of them were ripped out and the other four were sort of bent out straight.
    As if from a million miles away, Sian's voice broke in on her reverie. "I'm going to need a new one this weekend."
    "Wow! What's making you grow so much?"
    "I dunno. I wish it would stop, though."
    "What do you want it to stop for? Don't you like having huge tits?"
    "Yeah, but when they get bigger than Angharad's, she's gonna murder me!"

"She won't really murder her little sister, will she?" Barry asked earnestly. They were walking hand in hand round the edge of the sports field, like lovers do.
    Zara laughed. "I doubt it. Girls don't murder their younger sisters just because they've got bigger tits than they have. If they did, I'd have to murder Tina, and she's a good laugh. I might even end up murdering Pandora. Besides, my tits are just right," she said firmly.
    "They're perfect," Barry agreed with a blissful smile.
    "You don't think they'd be better if they were bigger?"
    "That depends how much bigger you mean."
    "Big as our Betsy's?"
    "I've forgotten how big hers are," said Barry truthfully.
    "Our Tina's, then?"
    "Tina's are okay."
    "How about if mine were as big as Angharad's sister?"
    "Which one?" Barry stalled, playing into Zara's cunning trap.
    She chose the smallest-breasted sister. "How about Eirlys?" She waited while Barry assembled one of those identikit things the police use: her body with Eirlys' bosom.
    "That would be okay."
    Zara moved on to stage two. "How about her older sister? Keri?"
    "That would look all right, too."
    She steered him into a convenient clump of bushes. "Mine are too small, aren't they?"
    "Of course not! They're just right." He accepted the invitation to slip his hand inside her blouse. As it was only lunchtime, he wasn't allowed inside the bra as well. There had to be rules, after all.
    "You remember what we did last night?" she purred. "I want to do it again."
    "What? Now?"
    "Silly! Tonight, of course." And in case he made any objection, she silenced him with her slightly parted lips.
    "Where? What time?"
    "I'll pass you a note in class," she whispered into his mouth, touched his nose with the tip of her tongue and grabbing his hand, hauled him out of the bushes. Barry was in some discomfort, dragging one leg behind, trying to adjust his thunderous erection without her noticing. As if...
    "Bloody hell!" she gasped. "Look at the size of those!" She clutched at Barry's arm and stopped, staring spellbound.
    Those were Sian's udders, just passing the bushes on their second lap of the sports field.
    "How about if mine were that size?"
    Barry seemed to be considering. He was thinking about it far too long for Zara's liking. Long and hard, she noticed. She shook his hand vigorously.
    "They must be at least fifty inches. They're ridiculous on a little girl like that. Can you imagine me with tits that size?"
    Barry nodded slowly, a happy grin on his face.
    "You rotten pig!" Zara stormed. "You're obsessed with huge tits! You ought to be going out with Angharad, not me."
    They set off round the field in the opposite direction to Sian and Pandora, going the long way round but walking quickly, half a yard apart. Barry was having difficulty keeping up. Zara ate up the ground with her long legs. She stopped, her eyes ablaze.
    "What's up with you? Can't you walk? We'll be late if you don't move your arse." Her gaze inevitably fell to the boy's groin, and she pointed a shaking finger. "You've ... you're all wet! What did you do?" she asked breathlessly. "Why couldn't you go behind the hedge?"
    "I haven't pissed myself. It's ... cum!"
    Zara was delighted. She could make boys come without touching them. She wasn't sure how she'd done it, but it certainly showed she was an expert. She'd be willing to bet even Angharad couldn't do it without using her hands.
    "What are we going to do?" she asked. "You're so wet, we can't wait 'til it's dry. It's a huge wet patch!"
    "Tell me about it!" he said wretchedly.
    "Pull your shirt out and let it dangle over it." She helped him with eager hands. "There! You can only just see it now," she lied. "Carry my bag in front of it and nobody will see."
    They continued at a more sedate pace, arriving just behind Pandora and Sian.
    "You wouldn't really want me to have tits as big as that little kid's, would you?"
    Barry had learned his lesson. "No. They're ridiculous."
    Zara hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. They walked on in companionable silence for a while.
    "Look at my little sister's bum. It's shameful, the way she wiggles it. Shameful. You wouldn't want me to have a bum that size, would you?"
    Barry was taking too long thinking about it. Too long by half.

"I'm not going to get measured at the same time as her," Angharad announced.
    "Sian can't wait, luvvie, she's only got one bra that fits her, and that doesn't fit."
    "She can go this morning, then. I'll go this afternoon."
    "I'm not a taxi service. I'm only driving to town once. You'll have to catch the bus."
    "What time does the bus go?"
    "Eleven o' clock," said Eirlys. "I'm going in with Tina."
    "Good grief! I can't get away from you kids."
    "Keri's coming with Sian and me in the car."
    "We'll all be there!" Sian clapped her little hands and bounced up and down girlishly until one of her unsupported breasts splashed massively into her cornflakes. "Panda's coming in the car as well."
    There was a knock on the back door.
    "That'll be Panda now!"
    "You go and dry yourself, Sian. I'll see who it is at the door. And get dressed. You shouldn't sit at table without your clothes on, it's very rude."
    "I can't wear clothes to eat cornflakes. I can't see what I'm doing." Sian pouted. "Besides, I'm wearing pants," She stood up and mopped milk off the underside of her breasts with the edge of the tablecloth, before lowering them carefully back to her stomach again.
    "Look at the size of that kid," Ceredwyn muttered. "She must have grown six inches since we moved here."
    "Bloody milkmaid!" Angharad snorted.
    Pandora came into the kitchen. She had already been presented with the obligatory glass of milk.
    "Hello, Keri, Eirlys, Angharad, Sian. Wow, Sian, you're enormous!"
    Angharad groaned. "God, somebody change the recording!"
    "Come up to my room, Panda. I gotta put a T-shirt on, Mam says."
    The two youngsters hurried out and thundered up the stairs.
    Ceredwyn giggled. "Look at the backside on that kid from next door. Did you ever see anything so huge?"
    "It is rather large for a eleven-year-old," Mrs Jones admitted. "But we mustn't mock the afflicted. And you girls mustn't poke fun at Sian's figure. She's going through an awkward phase."
    "Angharad's only scared in case the kid gets bigger tits than her," said Eirlys, slipping from her seat and fleeing before her sister could throw anything.
    "They don't show no respect, do they, Sis," said Ceredwyn. "Still, never mind. As long as you're getting sex ten times a night, it doesn't matter, does it!"
    Mrs Jones gasped. "Ten times? Keri, don't exaggerate. Apologise to your sister at once."
    Ceredwyn got up from the table and went to the fridge. "Sorry, 'Harad," she said sweetly, returning to the table with her breast pump. "It wasn't very kind of me. It's twenty times a night, isn't it."
    "That does it! I'm not staying here to be insulted. I'm not going to the bra shop either."
    "As you like, love," said Mrs Jones. "You don't really need a new bra yet, anyway, do you?"
    "No," said Ceredwyn with a wicked grin. "It's the rest of us that are growing. It's okay, Sis, I'll tell you all our new sizes when we get back, shall I?"

Gerard's eyes came out on stalks. "These are more of your daughters, Mrs Jones?"
    "Not exactly. Keri's gone to Mothercare; she'll be along presently. Sian's my youngest daughter, but Pandora's Mrs Smith's girl, from next door."
    "Ah, I see. The sister of Betsy and Tina. I haven't had the pleasure before." Gerard gravely extended a hand to Pandora. "What size are you, Pandora?"
    "I'm wearing my sister's 32D, but it's the wrong size."
    "Oh dear! That won't do at all. I ought to measure you properly."
    "You don't need to, Mr Gerard," chirped Pandora brightly. "Sian measured me. I'm thirty-six and a half."
    "Well done! But I need your chest measurement as well so we can work out your cup size. There!" To everyone's surprise, Gerard whisked the tape around Pandora in an instant. You're a 30G. Don't forget to tell your mother, will you?"
    "No, Mr Gerard." A G-cup wasn't bad, Pandora thought. Nowhere near Sian's size, of course, but Sian was rather unusual.
    "Now, what about this little one here?"
    "She's a bit special, Gerard," said Mrs Jones. "Take your sweatshirt off, Sian."
    Sian obeyed. Gerard viewed the girl with a raised eyebrow. There was undeniably a whole lot of something in that T-shirt.
    "Isn't she wearing a bra? We ought to have a bra on to measure her properly."
    "It's the law, Mam."
    "It exploded," Pandora explained. "In English."
    "It exploded in English?" Gerard looked puzzled. "You mean it said 'bang'?"
    "No, in English!"
    "Oh, I see. In English." He raised his eyes to the ceiling for help and divine inspiration. "Take your shirt off, then, Sian."
    "Wow, Sian!" Pandora never could get over the shock of seeing her friend exposed.
    "Bloody hell, girl!" Nor could Mrs Jones.
    "My goodness!" You'd think Gerard would be getting used to such things by now. "How old is she?"
    "I'm only eleven!"
    "My God!"
    "It's the milk that does it."
    "Milk?"
    "I'm empty now."
    "You should see her when she's full," said Pandora. "They stick right out to here. Fifty-six and a half!"
    "You'd better bend over forwards, dear. Let your breasts hang down."
    "Like this? Ow!"
    "Wow, Sian!"
    "Size thirty."
    "That's right," Pandora confirmed happily.
    "Fifty-three inches. We can do that from stock. Just about. You see the reason for taking accurate measurements, Mrs Jones. If I had believed the girls' fifty-six and a half, poor Sian would have been wearing a bra of completely the wrong size."
    "She can't wear one as small as that!" Pandora was close to tears. "She was fifty-six and a half. Nearly fifty-seven. She held them up with her hands."
    "Wait a minute," said Mrs Jones. "Was she full at the time?"
    "Yes."
    "That might explain it, Gerard. She grows quite a lot when her milk's in."
    "Three and a half inches?"
    "No," said Sian, her voice indistinct. "Six and a half. Can I get up now?"
    "When's your milk due, dear?"
    "Lunch time. Unless Panda sucks me."
    "What?"
    "If Panda sucks my tits, it will come in straight away. It doesn't actually need to be Panda, but she does it best."
    "You'd better go somewhere private," Gerard sighed. "Go in the office, out of the way. There's an armchair in there."
    "Sorry about this," said Mrs Jones, watching Pandora's bursting jeans disappear into the office. "Girls these days. They seem to grow up so fast."
    The shop bell tinkled, saving Gerard from having to think of a suitable reply.

"He's nice," said Sian, slumping down in the chair and closing her eyes. "Hey, and you're a G-cup. You've grown!"
    "Have I?"
    "Yeah. A 30G's thirty-seven inches. That's bigger."
    "My jeans feel tight, too." Pandora could hardly kneel down to take Sian's nipple into her mouth.
    "They'll be tighter still when you've got a bellyful of my milk! Wow, it's starting to come in already!"
    "I mustn't drink it, though, Sian! You've got to let them fill up so Gerard can measure you when you're biggest."
    "I'm going to be even bigger this time. I've never felt them so tight, and it's only just started. You can drink it afterwards, okay?"

Gerard beamed. "Betsy, come along in. I've got another customer in at the moment, but she's not quite ready yet." He led the way into the workroom. "In fact, you probably know each other. It's a small world this morning. Mrs Jones, I believe this young lady is another of your next door neighbours."
    "Next door? You must be...?"
    "Betsy Smith," proclaimed Gerard triumphantly.
    "Hello, Mrs Jones," said Betsy, wishing she were somewhere else.
    Mrs Jones stood up to greet her. "Are you feeling better? You're looking a little tired, still."
    Betsy didn't feel too good right now, she'd have been the first to admit. At least, it was only Mrs Jones who was the customer, and not her dreaded daughters. "I'm still not quite right, but mum thought it would be a good idea to come out for some fresh air."
    "It will put the colour back into your cheeks. And a new bra will cheer you up, too!"
    "Your usual, Betsy?" Gerard asked with an educated glance at Betsy's chest.
    "Yes, please. I think I'm the same size."
    "Mmmm, lucky you, dearie," Gerard rolled his eyes dramatically. "The shop seems to be full of growing girlies this morning!"
    Betsy looked around in mild panic. Mrs Jones was still the only one there. Gerard was already up his ladder selecting a suitable box. 34J? Still got plenty of those in stock. Any preference, apart from black?"
    "White will be fine. Or anything really..."
    "Try these. A new line. Very soft cup lining and a divine range of muted shades to delight your boyfriends. They're quite a full J-cup, you'll find. Why not try one on?"
    "I'm a bit short of time..."
    "Now, now! We never buy bras without a fitting, do we? Into the cubicle, dear..."
    There was no escape. Betsy took the bra and slunk away.

"Pretty girl," said Mrs Jones. "I lent her mother some of my old bras. No good hanging on to them for my girls, they're all way bigger than me!"
    Tinkle, tinkle. The shop bell again. "Oh dear! So busy this morning! Busy busy busy!"
    "That might be Keri."
    It was. Ceredwyn looked around in awe at the ceiling-high racks of bras, threatening to come crashing down at any moment.
    "Gerard's having a busy morning, dear!"
    "Has Sian gone?"
    "No, she's not ready yet. She's in the office with her friend..."
    "What are they up to?"
    "I dread to think! There's another customer here. Someone you've been wanting to meet..."
    "You don't mean...?"
    "The same!"
    Betsy emerged from the cubicle, buttoning her shirt. Her attention was concentrated on getting the right buttons in the right holes. "It fits, Gerard. I'll wear it ... oops, sorry!"
    "You must be the long-lost Betsy!"
    Betsy looked from Mrs Jones to the newcomer. Her classmate and deadly rival. A single look was enough to show by what a huge margin she had been trounced. Her own forty-four inches were simply dwarfed by the wobbling globes beneath this girl's sweater. This was the worst day of her life. She had known something like this would happen, humiliating her as soon as she ventured out of doors.
    "I'll put it on your mother's bill, dear," said Gerard. "It certainly gives you a delicious fullness."
    Delicious, and about a foot too small.
    "You're not leaving already, Betsy?" Ceredwyn said, disappointed. "We've got lots to talk about."
    "I've got to get the bus. Sorry!"
    She turned and ran, out of the dark corridor, out into the shop. The bells tinkled behind her as she fled out into the street.

"Strange girl."
    "She's rather shy," said Gerard. "Sometimes very busty girls are shy like that." His voice trailed away as Ceredwyn and her mother hugged each other and cackled. "Ah, if I'm not mistaken, our little milkmaid returns!"
    Pandora led the way, quite slowly, as Sian was walking with great care. At every step, she winced with discomfort and her breasts bounced gigantically against her stomach.
    "She's full, Mrs Jones. And she's enormous!"
    Something in Pandora's voice made them all turn and look more closely at Sian.
    "Jesus H Christ!" gasped Ceredwyn, which seemed to sum it up for all of them. Sian plodded out into the middle of the room and turned as ponderously as a supertanker. Dribbles of milk were tracing a path down the swollen globes of her udders, dripping on to the floor a considerable distance in front of her little feet.
    "We'd better measure you quickly," said Gerard, "it looks rather painful. Can you bend over forwards like last time?"
    "I'll try." She leaned forward, but had to clutch at the workbench for support. Pandora gave her a hand, and eventually she was more or less stable, bending forward from the waist, her breasts dangling side by side, now squirting jets of milk at the floor.
    "God, she's leaking like a sieve."
    "She'll flood the place."
    "I've never seen her anywhere near this big, Mrs Jones!"
    "You were right, Pandora," said Gerard. "I should have believed you."
    "Fifty-six and a half?"
    "No, sixty-one. You said she was bigger than ever. I've never seen anything like it in my life."
    "She's far bigger than me," Ceredwyn admitted. "She makes me look like the way I make your big sister look, Pandora."
    "Betsy's just been in for a bra," Mrs Jones explained to the puzzled girl. "Sian's seventeen inches bigger than her."
    "I'm glad she didn't see," said Pandora. "She gets upset when anyone's bigger than her."
    "Sian's bigger than any of us now. It's a good job Angharad's not here."
    "She'll find out soon enough," Mrs Jones lamented.
    "Can I go and get milked now?" Sian whined, still bent double and gushing twin sprays of milk all over her feet.
    "Did you bring your machine?"
    "No!"
    "Oh, you silly girl!"
    "I'll help her," said Pandora, almost dragging her friend away to the office.
    "I'll try and find a size 30E2 maternity model. They're quite rare." Gerard tapped hopelessly at the keys of a dust-laden computer, bringing forth a sad beep. "It's thinking about it," he said. "Not too promising."
    "Why not do me while we're waiting?" said Ceredwyn, already stripping out of her sweater and revealing an impressively heavy pink bra with an array of straps going all the way round the cups. The cups themselves were held at the top with buttons. Crude, but serviceable. "I'm about a 36T or thereabouts."
    Gerard seemed more at home with a pair of mere T-cups, even though Ceredwyn's were proved to be no more than S's.
    "There, Sian's getting bigger and I'm getting smaller."
    "36S is no problem at all. But I think the computer's fallen asleep and forgotten about your little sister." The machine, deeply offended, beeped again three times and a flashing caption appeared on the screen. "Well, what do you know? We're in business! Size; 30E2. Style; Junior Miss Maternity (Hyp). Stock quantity; one. Colour; ah. Well, you can't have everything. He ascended his ladder, dislodging a stack of 36T's and bawling out 'help yourself'. Then on the very top shelf, a flat box almost a foot wide, covered in dust. "It's rather an old one, but I can do you a special price on it."
    "Here she comes now," said Mrs Jones. "Feeling better, dear?"
    Sian was noticeably reduced in fullness although she was still incredibly endowed for her size. Pandora followed, looking bloated and wiping milk from her chin. She belched liquidly. There were splashes all over the front of her shirt. This was a young girl extremely full of milk.
    "Mr Gerard's found you a bra, dear!" The box thudded down on the workbench, raising a cloud of dust.
    "In this box? For me?" She had obviously never had a bra in a box before. She opened it up. "Oh, look at it! I can't wear this!"
    "Oh, Gerard!"
    "It's the only one we've got. I could make her another by Tuesday."
    "I'm not wearing it," Sian insisted with a bosom-shuddering stamp of her foot which sent milk droplets flying all around the workshop.
    "Just wear it for a few days, dear! You might grow to like it."
    "But what if anyone sees it?"
    "Who could ever see it? You haven't got any boyfriends, Sian! And I think if we saw the doctor I could probably get you excused PE and Games. You are an extremely busty little girl."
    "Yeah, but Mam! It's pink!"

The two girls scrambled up the spiral staircase to the upstairs half of the bus, and pounced on the treasured front seats on the left hand side. From here, they could see the whole world. They stretched out their legs. Luxury.
    Tina blushed deliciously as she looked at their shoes planted side by side on the window ledge in front of them. Eirlys had such tiny feet. Everything about Eirlys was so much smaller, apart from her wonderful breasts. She allowed her knuckles to graze the side of her friend's bust before she placed her hand on the moist warmth of her. Eirlys gave a sharp little gasp, but allowed her thighs to fall apart just a few inches. Not many people knew what was hidden away in those tight jeans.
    A small hand rested on Tina's. "Mam asked if you wanted to sleep over tonight."
    "Hasn't she said anything? About...?"
    "I don't think she minds us being such good friends, Tee. I don' 'ave many friends."
    "You've always got me, Ei."
    The bus jogged on with its curiously jerky motion, like a dysfunctional horse.
    "She says you have to come to dinner, an' all. She asked if you fancied rice pudding again!"
    "Ei! What did you say?"
    "I just went all red an' changed the subject."
    The little hand gripped tighter, pressing Tina's down into Eirlys' crotch. It was warmer and more moist than ever.
    "Tell her to make a huge rice pudding. The biggest ever!"
    "Wooh, Tee! I can't wait!"
    "I've been feeling full up ever since the other night, but I don't mind putting on a little weight."
    "It don't show. Well, not all over. You do look a bit fuller up here."
    "That's what I meant. My bra's been ever so tight the last couple of mornings." Tina closed her eyes as the small hand took off on a tour of exploration of her chest. She hung on tight to her little friend's pussy.
    "They're bigger. Definitely bigger!"
    "You can't tell just by feeling."
    "I can," said Eirlys simply. "But I'll be able to tell by looking tonight, won't I? I'm getting ever so wet, Tee," she whispered. "Your hand..."
    "Tickets please!"
    They hadn't heard the inspector get on the bus. Their groping hands folded themselves chastely in their laps. They lowered their feet to the floor.
    "Tickets, girls." Tina handed them over. "How old are you two?" the man asked, his eyes on their swelling chests.
    "Nearly thirteen," said Tina in her best little-girl voice.
    The inspector was obviously wondering about demanding some proof of this blatant untruth, but it was a busy Saturday morning and he wanted to get away at lunchtime to watch the United game. He didn't need extra paperwork to delay him.
    "Are you sure?"
    "My friend's thirteen," fluted Tina. "That's why she's so much bigger than me."
    He snorted and marched off down the bus. "Tickets please. All tickets ready, please."
    "You shouldn't have done that to him, Tee!"
    "Why not? Anyone'd think he'd never seen a bit of cleavage before." Tina looked into her own low-cut T-shirt with genuine pride. Definitely bigger. And her friend's was like the parting of the Red Sea. Her hand shot back to Eirlys' crotch. God, she was soaked! That made two very wet girls. She hoped it didn't show, although a tiny mischievous corner of her mind said she didn't really care if it did. The tickets fluttered from her fingers, down to the floor. "Oops!" Deliberately, she bent to pick them up, brushing her lips against her lover's warm exposed breast, daringly pulling the neck of her shirt down and plunging her nose just for a second into the scented cleavage. And as she made her way back up into her seat, Eirlys had opened her thighs to allow her to push her face between them. Rice pudding! She could almost taste it already.

End of Chapter 5