Cheryl was sitting, bored, on a wet Tuesday afternoon. She knew she ought to do something creative with her day off, but inspiration was just not coming. "Forget it" she thought, "I'll grab a bath and achieve things later". As she undressed, she ran her fingers down her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. "Such a lovely feeling, it's just a pity they're so small". As she continued to stroke her breasts, the nipples began to stiffen. She started to remember the games she used to play in the bath when she was in her teens.
