She obliges

Frannie Fuhrberger glances into your eyes, then over to 'your' babysitter, Sarah. You both see the little pig-tailed brunette standing there, her ample chest heaving in her baby pink crop tee, perspiration coating the teen's face. Both are a result of her very physical corporal punishment of her high school chem lab partner.

The chesty bleached blonde looks back to you, connecting eyes again.

"Yes, sir!" Frannie answers, her fingers heading to the hem of her second skin rock band tee shirt. Both you and Sarah breathe a sigh of relief, though for decidedly different reasons. The little brunette is glad she is spared more punishment, you are happy to see the fair-skinned dullard is still willing to do as you ask.

You glance to the slight swell of Frannie's belly, trying not to look too anticipatory as inch after inch of teenage flesh comes into view.

A Playboy Rabbithead piercing swings loose from the deep indentation of her navel as the black cotton curtain of her tee continues to rise.

'Typical slut accessory,' you tell yourself as you eagerly await the neighbor girl's boobs to come into view.

A few freckles grace the upper abdomen as Frannie crisscrosses her arms to pull the tight sausage-casing of a tee shirt over her blonde-tressed head.

Very white lower globes now come into view now, unencumbered by any bra..you feel your cock stretch your slacks..the Holy Grail is moments away..

"For Christ's Sake, Frannie! This isn't a striptease!" comes a very peeved teenaged voice from behind her as the shirt slows it's rise.

And with that, the black tee is yanked up and over Frannies' head by her chem lab partner.

There are three simultaneous intakes of breath as the bobbling globes are at last revealed