Megan

First you hear sobbing, and then you see Megan have been crying on the bench. She doesn't notice you, until you sit next to her.

"What's the matter, Megan?" You hug her shoulders. "Who hurt you?"

She sobs quietly, but does not answer. You stroke her head and say soothingly:

"Well, well, calm down. It's not that bad. I can help you, but you have to say what happened."

She finally looks up, sees you and smiles weakly:

"Oh, John, it's you ..."

She takes a few deep breaths, calms down a bit and begins her confession:

“Big boobs and small brains,” she sobs. "Everyone said about me before. Now Taylor and Cheri have huge jugs, Wendy has huge melons too, even Delilah has bigger tits than mine! People think I'm just stupid bimbo."

She sobs and continues:

"But I'm n't stupid, I just need time to think. And Taylor, we have been friends so many years... I have the feeling that she no longer needs me."

She hugs you and crys again.

"Calm down," you stroke her head again, "I can help you. Do you want huge melons too?"

She raises her head and looks into your eyes.

"What?! No, no, no! I like my boobs, I want brains. I want to be smart, really smart."

You look at her in surprise, this is clearly not the kind of desire you would expect from a hot, but silly Megan.

"Brains?"

"Yes, I want to be smarty girl. Boobs and brains together." She press her big tits to your arm. "Do you want me to blow you again? Or something else?"