<i>I'll be a hundred this fall,</i>the busty girl pondered, enjoying the feel of the early morning sun on her nut brown body.  The warmth made her cleavage tingle, the thought of achieving the rights and privleiges of the adulthood she'd fought so hard for over the last two years filling her with lazy excitement.<br/><br/>The cool wind on her thighs sent a fresh set of tingles up her powerful legs.  Her nipples hardened beneath the silvery mithral corset as she dreamed of the handsome boys and girls she'd fought beside, and what she wished she could have done with them.<br/><br/>She shifted slightly, excitement making her press her inner things together.  She trembled softly, as only an excited virgin can tremble, trailing a finger down her neck to her high cleevage.<br/><br/>Then she shook softly and her eyes flew open as she almost lost her grip on the tree.  Standing carefuly, she skipped from branch to branch, far away from the settlments that had stalked her last night, looking for a nice, cool pond to bathe in.