Then someone had a brainwave (though I don't want to take any of the credit really, because it's all in the day-to-day of being unbelievably amazing) ...nd that someone suggested that maybe our assorted vaginas might, with a little dress up, come as characters.Just last week, we did doctors. Bunty Bellwether came as Hot Lips Houlihan from MASH because, as she put it, "If Moses had more arm musculature, I'm sure there would have been a tablet stating, 'Thou shalt not cross-dress your vagina.'". The situation stayed for couple of seconds then she slowly said to take the tea as it was getting cold, neither looking at me nor raised her head, I took the cup, sipped the tea; then placing the cup told her that I’m extremely sorry for what happened & didn’t did that intensely, she shyly told it was alright, it was her fault that she didn’t bolted the door properly but I told that no it was my fault as at least I should have knocked the door. You don’t feel guilty yourself let’s say it was. So coming to the story, I never had any feelings on her I once her feeding her son milk with a boob in her hand.. But never thought of her anything badly..But one when I was in +1 things changed.. Once when I was standing she came from back and touched her left breast to my elbow.. I was shocked!! It was an awesome feeling felt very soft but I hesitated a bit and went far..Occasionally she used to touch her boobs with my hands.. Then after 2 years an opportunity came when everyone left for some. Pushing myself all the way down to her feet, and treating them, and her toes, and even the narrow crevices between them, to more licks, sucks and kisses. From there I began to move slowly upwards, licking and stroking her shins, knees and thighs – and of course paying much more special attention to that ultra-soft flesh that covered the insides of them. Only then – after she had moved her legs apart so my kisses could reach all the way down between them – only then did I begin to head towards.