I liked them just as much now. On the other hand, I'd never seen a real pair of tits, either. So as Lynn ducked her head to swallow my cock, I reached...forward for the hook on her bra. With only a little trouble — nowhere near enough, I hoped, to cause Lynn to think that her lover's body had been taken over by the brain of a horny ninth-grader — I unhooked it. Without missing a beat, she slid first one arm and then the other out of it, letting it drop to the table beneath her.Oh, God, I thought. She was a fairly good looking woman, a little heavy for my taste, not fat mind you, more on the order of pleasingly plump, but I like my women a little thinner. I have always been a believer in the saying, "The closer the bone, the sweeter the meat." I drove her to work and when I dropped her I asked her if it would be all right if I just waited until the end of the day before bringing the truck back to her and she said that it would work for her.The day was a long one; for some reason it just. Cindy had started her puberty a year ago and the differences between aboy and girl were now obvious. She didn't have huge breasts nor did shehave one of those Beyonce butts. There was enough of a differencebetween her and me for me to notice. Everything about her was softerlooking. Where my ribs would stick out sharply hers seemed to flow fromher body. Did I mention Cindy was trying on a dress? My legs seemed, Idon't know how to put this, like something was missing. My thighs werelean and. Terribly realistic. Viciously effective. The pressure was unrelenting, exhaustion so complete I didn’t dream at all. We were given psychological exams every week.I’d been raised to be the Reinhardt Apparent, and nobody was mentally tougher than I. But even for me it was a seemingly endless series of challenges. Sleepless nights in all kinds of weather and terrain, constant interrogations, round after round of close combat training. None of it even remotely like the normal step by step, safety.