When I placed by eye behind the lens, I could clearly see the white skin of her cleavage and how the two mountains were shielding the peaks inside her...red bra.The way she was pushing her breasts out reminded me of the two photos of her I had stumbled upon in my aunt’s attic a year ago.In one of the images taken just two months before her marriage according to the timestamp on the photo, Mom, then sixteen, is standing on her knees on a bed and is topless with only her palms covering the bottom. ‘Where are your friends?’ he asked, his voice back to normal now, the sounds from outside deadened by the thick walls and heavy wooden door. ‘I lost them,’ I replied. ‘We were separated when we decided to follow the battle and I’m not sure which way they went.’ ‘I’m Dan by the way,’ he said, holding out his hand. I laughed and stared up at him, his height making me feel small and protected. ‘Hi Dan. I’m Lara. Nice to meet you.’ ‘Well, now we’ve got that over with, fancy a beer?’ I nodded and. “Welcome home Olivier. I have missed you” are the words I use in my soft New Zealand accent. “I have been waiting for you” I whisper in a discreet tone with an innuendo no one else close by is likely to notice. He bends down to kiss me and I realize how long it has been since the last time. Too long. I look up at him and a rush of feeling stir my insides. At first it is just our lips gently touching, but he slowly opens my mouth, and I feel the tip of his. Both women sighed when their boxes touched, Catherine flat on her back, Randi on her side. Neither moved initially as they acclimated themselves to the girth of the object filling them both. Then, with a squeeze of her stomach muscles and a flick of her hips, Catherine pushed. A quiet squeak escaped Randi's lips, then after a moment, she pushed back, sending a charge through Catherine's loins. Taking her breasts in her hands, Catherine fired back, Randi returned it and in short order, the two.