Her hands were encased in long gloves of the same color that ran all the way up her arms ending about her slender biceps.It was the rest of Jean's new...costume that caused butterflies in her stomach and a flush of excitement through her veins.A strapless green strip of material, slightly wider than a belt, wrapped around her upper chest, barely covering her prodigious breasts. Further, a wide Phoenix emblem was cut out of the top, ranging from just outside the areola of one breast to the other,. He wanted closer; his body needed more of this woman. Seizing the back of her neck he pulled her wet form to him, sealing his mouth on hers with those amazing breasts pillowed against his chest.It was a clumsy kiss at first, he knew, and he pressed his lips all the harder as though to compensate for lack of expertise. Janice slowed the thrash of his tongue with velvet strokes of her own and he allowed her to tame him, abashed that all his sofa sessions with Debbie had not taught him better. Her. We sat on my bed backs against the wall side by side, neither of us really wanting to make eye contact, she started by saying she knew I had had Rose and Ros, and suspected I wanted her to “make a full set!” I in turn said, “that I knew dad had taken her virginity, and both her sisters, and in a like vein mother had taken mine, so in a way we were equal,” and that I would share all my secrets if she would hers and we could start from there just to show we trusted each other. That she agreed to. Mom and Dad are good parents because that goal is defined externally to them; a god of the Universe can't be Good because there's no external definition. The god's actions can only be judged from internal perspectives, and just about everything with a brain has different ideas.I certainly don't have a goal and suspect I never will have one that I believe is essential to pursue throughout the entire Universe. Although I can easily think of dozens of possible guiding principles that I could adopt.