The blonde bombshell bounded up the steps to St. Monica's School for Girls. Her unusually large breasts bouncing up and down and side-to-side like small cantaloupes trapped in a bra. Her petite frame and figure were identical to Jenna, except her breasts were even LARGER than Jenna's. With an easy pull she opened the large heavy wooden front door to the school and walked in.
Her firm tight ass swayed easily from side-to-side and each step caused her short navy mini to flip at the ends as she walked. Navy colored pumps with four-inch heels echoed each confident step, as the perky nineteen-year-old sauntered toward the school office.
"Hello," she bubbled to the school secretary, "I'm Jane. I'm here to see Jenna Tarp. She's my cousin."
