Soft. I like them. They are not strange. They a part of you. They are unique and beautiful and sensitive.”I placed a kiss on one of the stretchmarks... Then another in between them on her tight cleavage. Molly started to stand up. “I want to sit on the bed.” she said. I was holding her breasts supporting the unbelievable weight of the flesh and moved with her towards the bed. Molly sat down. Moved a little more and lay herself on her side. I took one more move for her to have all the mass of her. How in the hell was she supposed to know he was really lost and not hustling? Well, piss on him, he's big, but he isn't 'that' cute. Science and math type, well, she wouldn't even let him kiss her ass. She was a singer. "Yes, I do, Joyce. Can you show me the right line for singers?"I was beginning to smell something wrong here. I watched as Joyce gave a hand signal and then a head shake to the young woman standing behind the music signup desk. And what was it about the Dean of the school. What did I tell you about making me wait? That a man who loves his wife never makes her wait for anything. That I owe her reverence, after the many years of neglect and betrayal. That she owns me. That I can leave if I dont like it. Bla bla bla. The hands. They are no longer smooth and slender as they used to be. They have matured, the fingers are thick and the joints are slightly swollen and the fingernails, long and slender but they have curved and now rather look like claws. Brown stains. I kept a mirror over my bed so that the window will be reflected in the mirror. I took away my clothes and I lied on my bed fully nude but kept my face averted from the window. Then I started masturbating and at the same tome made little noises in ecstasy. I watched the window reflected in the mirror. I was careful that the noise I make will be heard by her. A few minutes later in the mirror reflection I found that she was peeping into the room. When she saw my condition she immediately.