Then from about eleven or twelve, I had watched her breasts grow from little swellings under her nipples to nice round breasts about the size of half ...n orange, a large orange.When I felt it under my palm, my heart raced. Why, when I'd been around her breasts all the time? I really don't know. All I know is that I began to pet and rub and gently squeeze that lovely breast as she rubbed up and down on me and I was feeling like I was in heaven.I leaned over and kissed her, the most serious kiss. The sweater was the type that most would wear with an undershirt I did not. It was cold, but the air was almost refreshing on my bare nipples, that poked through the holes in the sweater. We enjoyed our dinner, but about half way through our meal, I saw his face change. He looked at me like he wanted me, no needed me, its the look that makes my stomach tighten up with anticipation. He told me to flash him, and I did. I was facing the bar, the bar tender definitely saw, I did not notice if. She used the guest bathroom to change out of her uniform and met him with safety glasses and ear plugs in the backyard.They walked into the woods for about fifteen minutes until they came to a small clearing. He set up the target on a tree on the other side of the clearing and told her to stand in the middle. He went back towards her and showed her how to hold and operate the gun. They put on the safety equipment and stood in position. She took her first shot, but didn't realize how much. I don’t remember much of that afternoon, my attention was reserved for Pernilla. We found some smoked charr for dinner and almond potatoes that we boiled. We even bought a two cans of beer. Maybe it was the days of freeze dried food, maybe it was the company, whatever the reason that remains one of my favourite meals. That night I asked Pernilla to sleep without her bra and I fell asleep memorising her breasts. Like most men I like breasts and I guess that I have always felt that bigger is.