It's A Class Thing

As she bounced down the access road to where they would join the main parade, not for the first time Carol was questioning the wisdom of her decision to switch sides in the ongoing civil war between Debbi and Diane. Especially now that Jeff seemed to be regularly siding with Diane. Sure, Debbi was sweet compared to the poisonous Diane but was that enough compensation for subjecting herself to this kind of embarrassment ?

Debbi was constantly complaining about why couldn't Jeff see through Diane's machinations ? Why was he always taken in and agreeing with Diane ? To Carol the answer was only too simple. The good old British class system. Debbi's family background was lower middle class and she had progressed as far as she had by the somewhat novel path, as far as British industry was concerned, of being good at her job. Diane in contrast was upper middle class, even dropping hints that she might be minor aristocracy. And her progress had been based on the more familiar route of nepotism and family connections. Carol saw only too well how attractive this would be to the social climber that was Jeff, who had even married a Diane clone in the shape of Audrey, at least as far as social background was concerned.

But enough of that, she thought to herself. For now, Carol's main concern was her boobs ! When she had bounced around on Charlotte's hopper a decade or more ago, she had not been as heavy in the chest department as she was now and moreover she had been wearing a bra. Today her unfettered breasts were swinging all over the place, at times almost turning a complete circle. She glanced over at Debbi, whose tits were also bouncing but they would quickly fall back into their usual state. At least Carol didn't have to worry about the strip of tape that was still firmly attached to her thick pubic hair and didn't look like it was going anywhere any time soon. Unlike Debbi's pussy covering, which Carol noticed was already on the point of coming off completely !