. main uske nipple ko aapne daanton se kaatne lga who siskia bhar rahi thi…. main us ke boobs 20-25main tak chusta rha……… woh mere baalon main...haath pherne lagi…… main phir uske hoothoon ko prhir kiss karne lga…. aur ab maine aapna haath uski jeanse ke taraf le gya maine uska button aur zip khola aur uski chut par haath rakh diya jisme se pani nikal rha aur chut puri garam thi who mere haath pakad kar bahar nikal rahi thi par maine nahi nikala… main lgatar haath pherta rha maine ek ungli uski. And really, that wasn’t a bad metaphor, as just about everything in my life was about to transition. My sister was taking over at NIKA. I was cutting back my travel so I could be home more. I had weaned myself from my Outfit connections, though that situation could rear its ugly head without warning at any time. But the most important transition was that my oldest kids were about to enter puberty. That would change all of our lives, and bring us into a new era, one which would give way to. People stopped with forks half way to their mouths, men smiled and women stared in envy, the service was immaculate and the ambiance superb, we sat sipping our wine after the meal when Katie said softly."David, this isn't just sex is it?"I looked into her eyes and shook my head, "No Princess, not for me it's not, I love you." I love you too my darling, can we dance?"I hadn't noticed the trio setting up on the little stage behind us and to be honest, I'm hopeless at dancing, but there was no way. After stepping out of the shower I patted myself dry and then sat down atthe vanity and opened the makeup kit and went to work on my face I firstapplied consealer to my face followed by rouge, eye shadow, eyelinermascara and finally lipstick and after being satisfied with my look Ireturned to my bedroom where I had placed the clothes before getting inthe shower.Once in my room I applied the adhesive for the breast forms to my chestand then the forms and then applied them to my chest before.