I just rushed in and grabbed her big tits. I had gone wild. I was literally groping them. She helped me take out her blouse and then her bra.The next ...nstant her big melons were out in front of me. I saw them for a second and couldn’t believe my eyes. They were firm and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were pink. On top of that her erotic aroma was making me go mad. I started biting her nipples. She was also moaning and was more turned on by this. She told me to take her to the bedroom. I didn’t. "So you want me to babysit Peter..." I'd be so very grateful!" Karen gushed -- which was probably the right thing for her to say. "But please, don't present it like that to Petey." I wouldn't think of it," I replied. "It wouldn't be manly."Karen sighed. "Some exposure to 'manly' might do the poor dear some good..." I have no doubt," I said dryly. "Drag him over -- he can hang out with Michael and me." 'Literally, ' I added to myself."What's up?" Michael asked as I hung up."Peter's coming over.". Claire assured her that these skills were vital for proper lovemaking, real adulthood: You love me, dont you?, Claire had asked. O…of course!, Melissa returned, instinctively clutching the arm of the only family left to her. Truly? Absolutely?, Claire countered with a firm smile. Yes! But that means you need to love all of me. Without and within. Not just whats on the surface, but whats inside. Whats…inside? You mean…? Yes, that is true love, sweetest. It wont be easy, but this will bring us. ..and burst out laughing. Peter stood in the doorway for a moment, looking bewildered, then began to laugh too, when he noticed that they were both wearing the same clothes they had worn to the dance. He was even wearing the same tie—with the same tear-stains, apparently. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and a small, gift-wrapped box but he simply dropped them to the porch floor and took her in his arms, still laughing.And even though they were dying to make love they both pretended they.