You thought it was a miracle that a girl like Janet Clarkson would ever talk to you let alone last start dating you. She was nice, funny, liked all the same shows you did and those ridiculous huge tits did not hurt either. It was not just her looks you two clicked somehow, she was the "school idol" and you were..well you were you. Not the smartest kid but not dumb, not all that good in sports, you were not all that handsome but not ugly, I suppose average was you're life''s brand till Janet came into the picture that is. Now after a year of dating you are ready to that this to the "next level" where ever that maybe, you guys have yet to do "that" yet and you and she think you're both ready. Now Janet is on her way to the date you set you set up she does not have have her license yet so she has to take public transport, she taking the subway nothing can go wrong.
Janet had to stand cause there were no seats left and the car was packed, this was embarrassing cause she was dressed for her date. Wearing a skirt that showed more leg then she wanted everyone to see, a blouse with a cut that showed off enough cleavage to attract attention but not enough to show everything, "Clarkson women dressed to show off there assets not like whores." That is what her mother(who still has her beat in the chest area by much) told on many occasions especially when she heard about this date. Her hair was done up in blue twin-tails. She wore small heels to show off her toes, and lastly after several trial and error she finally got the right make up coordination that she was comfortable with. Still no matter how big a shirt she gets her breasts will always hurt inside them "curse of the family" her mother said, she was teased cause she was the only one on school who when turned around you can still see her breasts....well teased to a point, the girls never stopped though. She had her sisters though. Janice her eldest in college calls them all "jealous bitches" and we should pay them no mind, mother seemed to agree though not so crudely.
Janet's phone buzzed with a text from you, Jonny.
"Hey J, the park's beautiful though not as beautiful as the angel that awaits it's grace, the other J."
"Heh, cheese." They loved sending cheesy messages to each other it was fun.
While thinking of what to text back to you she suddenly feels a strong and huge hand slip under her skirt and tightly grope her right ass cheek probing her panties, causing a unwanted gasp/moan to escape her lips.
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