Mom: Aaahhhhh… Varun, what are you doing?The softness of her breast was nothing I had ever experienced. I gave a slight press again and then gave a ...oft bite on the ear lobe. She was trying really hard to free herself, but I just held her tight. I slowly inserted my right hand inside her bra and felt the naked breast for the first time. As soon as I felt the soft breast and her nipple, I just couldn’t control myself and squeezed it real hard.Mom: Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh… Varun, let me go. What are. Now, they both were single. Neither had any relationship encumbrances. They had talked more often. They had met for dinner and drinks. She learned that he was much more sexual than her. He was open about sexuality, the things he had done, the things he wanted to do again, and the things he wanted to try. The one that got her attention was when John admitted that one of his favorite sexual past times was going for long drives late at night in the summer. He explained that if it were late and. She was standing behind the door. She pushed it closed and I could see her outfit. She was wearing a halter top and short shorts. She looked hot! She smiled. I said, “Wow! You look fabulous, not that you don’t usually look great.”She grinned and said, “Follow me into the kitchen.”I said, “Anywhere.” She giggled and I could see her breasts jiggle with her mirth. I followed her into her kitchen. That was a great view. Her shorts were tighter than her running shorts. She had a great bottom for a. It was as if they were saying that they understood how I felt. It was their way of communicating. But, you know, there was one haughty bitch that I would have gladly scratched her eyes out. She kept laughing at me and pointing me out to her master. I hated her like I have seldom ever hated anyone. She hurt me more than the stares and the pokes and pinches the masters inflicted. But from them I expected no better. When her Master turned around, I must have visually blanched. It was none other.