Bri jogged along through the woods near her house, just as she did nearly every day after school. The crisp Autumn leaves, piled upon the ground in yellow and orange piles, crunched beneath her feet as she ran. The sounds of her footfalls and breathing, and the faint whistle of wind through the trees' naked boughs, were the only sounds she could hear.<br/><br/>It was starting to get a bit late for a tired girl to be in the woods alone, she thought, so she turned around and jogged back home. She wasn't wearing much more than a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of compression shorts- the skin-tight, black shorts worn by runners and bicyclists, and she didn't have any clean sports bras, so she'd been forced to wear a normal bra instead. As such, the large, soft mounds of her bosom bobbed more noticeably than usual as she went, and she was eager to get back home without too many people seeing her.<br/><br/>"I'm home!" she called, entering the house and pulling off her shoes. Her mother wasn't home yet, but her dad was in the kitchen cooking something.<br/><br/>"Welcome back", her father called, "I'm just fixing some stir fry, should be done in a minute; mom's teaching tonight, so she'll be back late."<br/><br/>Bri licked her lips; between P.E. and her daily run she was tired and felt famished. "I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay?" she replied, dashing up the stairs to her room without waiting for any kind of reply from her dad and picking out some clean pajamas. She stripped off her sweaty clothes and hopped in the shower.