My love juice was running out of my cunt and down my fingers and hand, dripping onto my inner thighs and I could feel it running down to my arse. I ca... never remember being as wet as this.I gave in to temptation and called Pip into the room. He sheepishly walked back in, his head held low, and looking at me with his sad sorrowful eyes.I called him across, and holding out my hand let him sniff it, after a couple of sniffs, he put out his tongue and licked my hand. I moved my hand nearer to my. .small!” she managed, “There . . . sob . . . like cherry tomatoes compared to some!” she sobbed again and broke down in another fit of tears.When she’d calmed down I took her chin in my hand and looked into her eyes.“Jess, there is no way! That your boobs are tiny,” tentatively, I lifted my free hand to her breast, cupping it in my hand I gently pressed against it.“Look,” I whispered, “I can’t even fit it in my hand,” (Baring in mind, I was quite tall, and muscled for my age, so my hands were. Her mother had insisted. Danielle had flushed with embarrassment when her mother had presented her with it. Explained that it was a welcome gift from her father's boss. This had only inflamed Danielle's flushed cheeks even more, that a complete stranger had given her so intimate a present, or that her mother should insist she wear them. They did feel good though. So soft and silky against her bare skin. Even so, if not for her mother's insistence, she would not have worn them. It did not seem. He noticed that he had some messages in his inbox and he clicked on them, a couple of friend requests, which he accepted and also a message from Sparkle! In her message, she said how exciting it was to speak to him yesterday and she figured that she would write him a message. She went on to explain about her home life, how things had become staid with her husband. Although she loved him very much, but that often one or both of them were too tired to make love at night. She told Stan how she.