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Carnal Actions.

... anything,” I answered as I pulled up to the traffic light and stopped. “Do you think my breasts are too big for my age?” She asked I could not believe my ears, and due to the shock of the question, I turned to scold her for asking such and inappropriate question. When I looked at her, she had pulled the straps of her swim suit off her shoulders and the prettiest and perkiest breast I had ever seen were inches away from me. They resembled two half melons mounted on her small frame. Her pink areolas were beacons on her pale skin. Her eraser sized nipples were erect and begging to be sucked. “Trudi!” I scolded, trying not to let the drool drip from my lips. “What are you doing? That is inappropriate and you could get us in big trouble. What were you thinking?” My words cut through her like a knife, and she began to weep. I felt worse than bad. I had told her she could ask me any thing, and when she did, I scolded her. My conscience tormented me. One part of me was saying that she was a member of my youth group who looked up to me. The other part of me wanted to turn down a dirt road and show her how much I liked her breast. I tried to console her. I took her arm and pulled her closer to me on the seat. I placed my arm around her and apologized to her for snapping. Then tried to explain that I was not the person she was supposed to be having this conversation with, and how I could loose my job if someone was to find out about what she had done. The whole time I was talking to ...

... her, she had her head buried into my chest and was sniffing. I held her as we drove and eventually she stopped crying and apologized for her actions and sat up. “I know what I did was wrong, I really didn’t even think about it before I did it.” She confessed. “But being I have done it, can you answer my question?” I felt all the blood in my body rush to my face as I blushed. In my mind I knew that I should not answer her question, but I needed to show her I was not upset. So I tried to think of a way to tell her the truth without telling her the truth. “Trudi, your breast are fine, but you should not worry about your appearance, true beauty comes from inside, not from how you look.” I smiled at my response, and looked at her. She smiled, and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I knew you liked them.” She said in her angelic voice. “Oh you did?” “Yes sir. When you pulled me over to you, I could see the bulge in your trunks.” I almost ran a stop sign when I heard those words. If she thought she had seen a bulge before, she would be amazed at the tent forming between my legs. Immediately my conscience went out the window and my thoughts became very inappropriate. “What does a sweet girl like you know about bulges?” “Lots” She responded. “Ever since my breasts have developed, I have noticed that when guys look at me, and them, that bulges begin to form. Alexis says that it’s because they want to do bad things to me, but I actually like the way it make me feel.” “How exactly ...