Kristen

You are making your way across the room when you pick up a faint sound of movement behind you. You spin around and grab something. Oh, something big.

And soft.

And round.

You caught someone by her breasts, and whoever she is, she sure has a nice big rack. She freezes as the rules demand and you take advantage of her helplessness, shamelessly grabbing a breast in each hand and massaging them thoroughly.

"Mmm, boobies!" you say with a broad smile, imitating Homer Simpson's "Mmm, donuts." This draws yet another laugh from your audience. Even the girl whose boobs you are holding chuckles. You fondle her jugs some more and press your face into them.

"Damn, I'd really love to remove your bra!"

"You can do that, John." Julie instructs you from the other side of the room.

You display a predatory smile to where Julie's voice came from and pull the girl's sweater up. You toss her sweater aside and her bra follows. You run your hands and lips all over her topless beauty, mashing her tits, tugging her nipples. You then proceed to fondle them with your tongue, to suck them and even bite them lightly. The girl quickly forgets the no-move rule, running her hands through your hair, and pushing your head into her ample chest. Her tits must be very sensitive. She moans loudly while you treat them.

Finally, Julie has to remind you that there are many other girls waiting. Reluctantly, you remove the busty girl's panties.

"I'm Kristen, John. It's such a shame I didn't notice you in high school."

Suddenly, you remember. Kristen, the "better-than-thou", "only-date-supermen-and-millionaires". She was the finest babe in your high school. You spent hours fantasizing about that rack and her long red hair while masturbating. No wonder you had to be nearly pulled away when you got your hands on it. And boy, did you just get your hands on it!

"...so, you'll chose me, right?"

Though, you completely missed what she promised to do or let you do to her, she is a real babe! Even with over fifty girls to go, you feel like your mind is already made up.

Reluctantly, you continue your hunt.