As we sat their making out I suddenly heard the bell signaling it was time for the next class. Have we really been in here having sex for half an hour straight?
“We bettew wtuwn to cwath.” I said with much reluctancy.
“Alwight babwee.” Karen said kissing me on the cheek making me shudder with pleasure.
The two of us got dressed, out tits were now so massive we couldn’t wear bra’s probably ever again. Both of our shirts were now stretched to almost the breaking point. We both laughed at one another’s now comically tight shirts and made our way to our second class holding hands together. English.
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In class still no one seamed to notice our beach ball sized breasts. Still the fact I wasn’t alone in this struggle did make me smile. Neither of us payed any attention to class, we kept catching the other starring, only this time we didn’t seam as embarrassed about it.
As the teacher droned on me and Karen blew each other kisses or re-enacted our earlier make out adding in details to try later, our fingers probing our snatches All the while our seats practically become puddles of arousal.
“Ms. Emily!” The teacher called out making me drop my tits which flopped onto the desk with a meaty smack that made me wince.
“Care to read chapter 14 to the class?”
I gulped...