I have looked into this case and come across some very interestingpoints, that I will explain later to you.I first met Tom's Stepfather about four yea...s ago through a businesscontact, we were in the same line of business, and I think that I shouldleave it at that.He met Tom's mother at a, shall we say a dance house?On his part it was love at first sight, he was fascinated by her, heknew she had one son called Tom, and he also told her that he had twoyoung daughters, both slightly older than her. First, it was soft kissing. When we got more comfortable we tried “French” kissing.We both have gotten good with it. We can kiss for like ten minutes of just exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. When I kiss my girlfriend, I’d like to go a little further with her. Sometimes, she’ll let me put my hand on her shirt and caress her breast.That doesn’t happen all the time. She still has never let me touch her bare breast. We’re taking things very slow. Trying to figure out how to. "How about this one?" she asked holding up yet another dress.In the end, she settled for a simple button-up design which I like as I can undo the buttons and get at her tits."No bra though," I said forcefully."Yeah, ok," she agreed giggling sexily."Right, let's have a look," I said as she posed for me"Fucking perfect," I whistled, "just one more thing."I stepped forward and undid just one more button making it three undone."Hey, that's too many," she said looking down at herself."No way, girl,". Shouldn’t do this.Wouldn’t do this.I would get up and leave.Lie down in my bed, furiously masturbating and fingering myself.And then I would fall asleep. I would wake up in the morning, believing everything to be a bad dream. Then I would remember, and I would be embarrassed, but relieved, that I didn’t do it.I would get up, hug my little brother, who would be confused, but would assume, that I was just still sad because of Kyle, and who would hug me back. And then I would forget all of what.