Four Blondes

She twirled away momentarily and turned sideways, lifting her arms, thrusting her tits into the air, giving him a full side view of her delicious little body. Angie knew she was exciting. She had no lack of male attention on those Wednesday afternoons she and the other girls were allowed to go into town for shopping. Less than twenty whistles meant a bad day. Truck drivers blowing horns and beating on the sides of their cabs in appreciation especially excited, her. Angie bounced on her toes, letting her tits bounce saucily for her hidden observer. She was proud of those tits. It had seemed as though she'd never have anything about her waist. She'd always had a cute rump and good, straight legs. But she had about given up hope on having tits. Then, all of a sudden, there they were! Man! There they were! They just erupted out of her chest since school this fall. She started out flat and ended up with a pair of 36's. Put those C-cups on a one-hundred-fifteen-pound body, above a twenty two-inch waist and thirty-four-hips, decorate a five-foot-four blonde bombshell with them, and you had the reason the man in the shadows was pulling his cock out of his pants ...»