I so wanted to touch it, but refrained. I looked up her body and noticed that the little half shirt she’d worn to bed had ridden up to just below he... small breasts. Emboldened by the whiskey and driven by lust I gently pulled the material up over the soft swell of her newly formed boob and gasped at the sight of its perfection. It was small, barely out of a training bra, but perfect with pink quarter sized areola and perky little nipples. I couldn’t help but to gently rub my finger across the. Violet came around the table and took up position at my right hand side, hands still on her head. To test the situation further I casually fondled her backside - no movement but a sharp intake of breath. I liked this. "Tell me, Vi, did your father or your late husband take charge of you like this?" I asked, really wanting to know the answer.Vi, nodded, then murmured "Yes, daddy did. My mother and I were subject to strict discipline."Music to my ears."OK, Vi, take your blouse and skirt off, put. " However," Sophia smiled, "wait until you see our exhibition. Not classical-it's to a pop song-but very M&B, or at least that's the goal." Aah, but you see," Anya said, "to have the passion on the ice, you must have the passion off the ice."Christine cracked up laughing. Warren and Sophia just looked at each other and smiled."Did I miss something?" Anya asked.Christine sputtered. "I have a picture of them, skating together, that Warren emailed me. I think the ice melted." My stepfather saw our. ..” I took her by the shoulders, looked at her, reached down, and kissed her. She was surprised, but she was pleased. She responded by slowly opening her lips and closing our embrace with no qualms. It was spectacular. I had never done anything like that in my life. I have always been cautious, getting to know people slowly, and generally being very shy. With Esmeralda, the warm season, her ebony skin so contrasting with my New York pale skin, her scented body, her young age vs. my middle age,.