Together with her intelligent piercing aristocratic blue eyes, she was a striking woman.Nicole did not seem to have an ounce of excess fat on her, now...that I could readily see all of her. That's not to say she wasn't feminine, far from it. She had all the curves necessary to qualify, and then some. Her breasts were about the same size as Sally's but seemed smaller on Nicole's larger frame. Her waist was incredibly narrow. Sally told me it was only 20 inches. I detected more than a little. I light a cigarette and concentrate while I paint plum red nail polish on my finger and toenails. Putting on two coats takes a few minutes but the effect is worth it. I keep my nails quite long and manicured; but this is another 'Metro-sexual' fad that is common among the men that I associate with at work and it does not attract attention. I stub out my cigarette and consider getting a drink. No, I decide I want to finish dressing first.I study the three wigs sitting on their stands. I have a. Karen said that I had better bring too drinks up tonight as her husband was pissed and would be passed out by bed time.About 10pm everyone had gone to bed and were out cold with all the drink they consumed so I grabbed 2 glasses and the whisky and headed to the roof.Karen was already there leaning against the wall in her short nighty which I could see her brief panties as she bent over. I could feel myself getting hard but has to resist as it was my niece. I filled the glasses and sat them on. At that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that my breasts were the first he had ever touched… even though his fingers were barely grazing the underside. Then as I braced myself with my uninjured leg, Paul began to lift me. But as he got me half way up, my oil covered torso slid down his arms, causing his hands to move upwards… and suddenly my son’s hands were filled with my firm round tits. As he helped me to a standing position, I could feel his hands gently squeezing the soft flesh of my.