We had a lot of fun. I could tell Mizz Kathy was enjoying talking to us. I wonder what my life would've been like with a mom like Mizz Kathy, one that...saw her daughter as somebody to love and care for instead of an obstacle.I try not to think about that too much, and when I do, Alan gets a lot of vicious hugging. We've talked about it. He understands, I think, as much as anyone can who hasn't lived through it. Cindy understands even more.Finally it was time to eat. Finally. Mister Mike TORTURED. Amy didn't need a bra yet which was obvious by her flat chest. Her nipples were very pink and small with no signs of developing yet. Jill on the other hand was wearing a small white bra. It hooked in the back and had a little pink bow on the front. It was the type of bra that didn't have a cup size yet and was just used to hold her in."What size is your bra Jill?" I felt daring asking questions."Oh I think it is a 28".She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra and slid it off her. Her. Nice and hard for me." Monica said as she began to jack his cock with long slow strokes. Her mouth was watering at the thought of sucking him shortly. His cock seemed to get harder and harder as she kept on jacking him off. She took her free hand and pulled the straps of her tank top off her shoulders and down her arms. She then pulled it down over her young breasts, being held tightly by the black lace bra. Dustin looked down and saw her teenaged nipples poking through the fabric, but was. In fact the party was hugely successful with over a hundred people braving the storm. Of course Chicagoans are no wimps where it comes to a little snow. Jessica hardly left my side the entire evening. She introduced me as "my dear friend Matt." I had no idea who most of these people were. They certainly represented the moneyed class considering the fur coats that came through the door and the jewelry on most of the women and their couture dresses, or the skimpy cloth that passed for a dress on.