Pandora blushed at the implication of 'milk', pink spreading further at the gentle but strong touch along the outer curve of her creamy cleavage.<br/><br/><em>Why can't I find just one boy that polite?  Even if all he could talk about was my body, at least with that kind of self control I could pretend he liked me for myself and not...  Whatever Phobe gave me.</em><br/><br/>She giggled nervously, "I wouldn't know much about what lovers like to play with.  There was a time, before I exercised so much, when these would hurt my back, but I think I found a happy medium.  You look fine the way you are, so pert and round.  I bet you'll still have this cleavage at fifty when mine falls to my knees."<br/><br/>Pandora giggled and swatted Eli's hands away from her breasts when she touched them again, but not without a pleased flush.<br/><br/>At the question of hair, moonstone eyes narrowed, "I don't know.  Maybe you're a bit old for pigtails though.  May I try?"<br/><br/>The shorter girl slipped up between Eli's legs and stretched up against her, breasts touching each other now and arms going around her too undo her ribbons.  She let the other girl's hair fall free, then backed up and looked at her, smiling.  "The way golden fire runs down you back, it would be a shame too make it too short.  Maybe like this?"  Pandora leaned in again, closer this time, breasts mashing together.  Her hands worked deftly for several minutes which moved her body subtly.  Her delicate ear and neck were clear too Eli's eyes.<br/><br/>"There, have a look."  Pandora stepped back and guided Eli to stand up and behold her reflection in the water.  She'd done an elaborate braid with the ribbons twined through it.  She stood with her arm around the other girl's waist too see what she thought.<br/><br/>After a moment, Pandora sighed.  "Not long enough.  Maybe you're right.  Maybe something short."