. I called your apartment, too. I didn’t want the families to hear about it first on the news.”What a girl! And she’s my kid sister now, too. I ...ook her in my arms and really unloaded. And guess what? I loved it! Her lips are as sweet as sugar. When we eased apart, I could see that she had liked it too.How neat!Just then the store clerk came out. She was embarrassed, but she offered us coffee and cinnamon buns to take with us. On the house, yet!I took a few sips of coffee and then decided we. Carol and Miranda hung back to try and catch the show from a distance. Then I had a nasty idea. Jim Morton's political spin theory, rule 3: if you get the entrance and exit right, nobody will remember what you did in the room.So let's get the entrance right, after all, I was meant to be setting an example. A few deep breaths. I bend down to untie one of my shoelaces, stop for a moment then get up."Ladies and gentlemen, I refuse to undress myself for your entertainment this morning."I could see. "Keep your voice down, people can hear you," Carl warned. "It's a legitimate question, isn't it? I mean, I can't ask a girl what abra feels like, can I?" Stu said."No, I guess not," I answered."OK then, how does it all feel?" Stu asked again. "Keep your voice down, stupid," Carl said. "If I tell you the truth, you promise not to make fun of me?" I asked. "You better tell me the truth. I don't like it when girls lie to me," hesaid."Stu, please don't make fun of me, ok? To put it bluntly, it. I was still fully dressed; she, almost naked. I was time to release her tits. I pulled up on her top, guiding it over her head. She has short hair, so no worries about messing the coif. Now she wore only her bra and her shoes. I'd played ad delayed enough. I noted the bra was a front clasp (my favorite), and released it quickly. The cups pulled apart, and two beautiful breasts were revealed. Nice pink aereola and gumdrop nipples. Without delay, I cradled one breast in a hand while sucking on.