She then herself removed her blouse and guided my hand on her bra covered breasts. They were medium sized, the way I like them, and were soft as cotto.... I caressed them while she kept kissing me. I took my hand towards her back and removed her bra. I saw her exposed boobs with utmost delight. Her nipples were pinkish brown in color, like a puberty hitting 16-year-old girl. They still weren’t erect, so I challenged myself that I’d make them perky. So, I started kissing her wildly and circled her. “Thought the Invictus cleaned the place up. The usual evidence sweep.”“Yeah, the d-did, and no ... no kine would find evidence. But the boys, they ... b-b-both noticed, how ... how bad it was, how bad it must have been ... They said you ... um, that the event, scarred the place.”“ ... I suppose it’d be pretty stupid of me, to dismiss that, pass it off.” He swiped the air with his hand, like wiping the remains of a broken plate off a table. Part of him still wanted to not say anything, to act. “So you kinda understand why I wouldn’t want to drop all of that on you until you were mature enough to understand it. It’s not every day a kid learns that when his mother was his age, she had a submissive personality that made life kinda complicated for those that cared about her. And things weren’t all smooth sailing from there. Your mom turned out to have the same genetic disorder that killed your grandma, and it could have killed your mom too if we hadn’t caught it in time. That’s the only. A few minutes more and you finally let go, your hands push at my head through a clitoral O.Your breathing is hard but not fast as I raise my head. I settle back down with my head at your breast. In the quiet night air you whisper quite softly, telling me we should go. I ask you to wait, just a few moments more and you tell me that it’s been a long time since you have felt this way; you say it’s been an incredible night and of course I agree. Sharing one more heartfelt hug before gathering our.