"I-I... let him touch my breasts, father! I... couldn't... I didn't stop him, father!" Diane choked back. "Be calm, my c***d, do not fret! Everything ...s fine! Please continue so that I may give you absolution. Did you allow Michael to put his hands under your clothing?" Father Thomas asked. "Y-yes, Father, I let him caress and play with my breasts. Oh, Father, I'm so ashamed!" Diane sobbed. "There, there, my c***d, all is fine, do not worry!" the Good Father reassured her. "Did anything else. It takes a while to get going, but bear with me. I would love to hear your critiques, criticisms, and suggestions, but please remember that this is my first try. I have more of this story waiting to be posted, and believe me, it gets fun and exciting, but first I want to see what kind of reaction Part 1 gets. A summer with my Stepsister Mary, Part 1 This is a true story that happened between my stepsister Mary and I. My name is Bobby, and I was 15 and she was 13 when all of this happened. I had. I looked like a complete girl! Still on my enforced muteperiod, I had to squeal with joy internally. I ran my nails over my plumpcupid bowed lips. Very kissable, and just enough naughty looking. I movedmy hands down my neck. Smooth, no more need to wear ribbon chokers orscarves. I moved further down and cupped my new, very large breasts. "38F cups" Claire supplied. I raised my eyebrows at her. My forehead hurt,that was a terrible idea. She shrugged "what can I say, I like bigboobs?" Those were. Laying there, I wondered why I didn’t want to be monogamous. I mean, I was so content in her arms like I never wanted to be anywhere else. Like I could stay there forever. And yet I knew that I could never give up my sexual freedom. I flashed back to the weekend. I remember how happy Chase was when we finally broke the news. But I was nervous, uncertain. How would we work this out? I wanted him and I wanted Zoë but something about the combination was off. He seemed psyched by the idea of a.