Rebecca Thompson had just started her senior year at college. She was an incredibly hard worker and focused on getting what she wanted. She was at the top of her class with her 4.0 gpa, she was captain of the volley ball team, and seemed to have so many opportunities afte college was over. She was single though, standing at 5'10 with her long black hair she was a little bit intimidating for some. She not only for attention cause of her height but she seemed to get quite the attention because of her breasts. She had developed early and her chest didn't really seem to stop growing until a year or so ago. She had a 32 f size chest, which was admired by both men and women. The only good advantage of having a chest this size was when she played volleyball she had some cushion when diving to the floor. With her life going in the right direction she wanted to find mr. Right, no more one night stand or flakes. The thing was though, no one around her age was as serious as she was, mostly because they were all intimidated by her or they couldn't stop looking at he chest. She even tried dating older guys but it was the same result. The only guy she kinda liked was her professor, but not in a romantic way but more like a mother son way. It was true that he was older by about 10 years but Rebecca could never take him seriously as an adult. Even after class when she would talk to him it was though he was a child that needed the approval from his mom. Rebecca did enjoy pro. Turners class though, except for whatever reason her chest would always ache and get more sensitive around him . Rebecca jokes to herself saying," maybe the baby needs to be nursed." Rebecca then wondering if this pain would go away if there was a hungry mouth. This class seemed to be a little more unbearable for her and her chest, so much so that pro. Turner couldn't keep his eyes of her chest, like usually of course but it seemed l be different.