Nisha freed herself from me for a moment (only to join me soon later) and removed my dresses and we both were in sexy undies – just lacy bras and th... silky panties, all wet and damp. Her hands came up to my front and ran lightly over my bra, over my breasts. "Ohh god, they're luscious" she murmured, with both hands feeling the lacy cups of my bra. "You can take my bra off, if you'd like" I said, hoping that was her desire. No sooner than the words were out of my mouth, she reached in back. Just as she is about to stand straight, I indicate to her to stay just like that and not to move.I was doing all this standing away from her. I indicated her to turn around in that pose itself slowly. While turning, when she has her ass towards me, I get a good view of her ass, ass hole and the pussy. And to my surprise, I can see that she was a little wet there. I think the slut in her enjoyed it a bit. If she did, I was sure that she would be a good exhibitionist. I will find that out. At first I thought that it was a shame to go to all thattrouble because no one would be able to see how pretty it looked butthen she got me several of these really short bra tops to wear. "WOW!" Ithought the first time I put one on and looked at myself in the mirror -I hadn't realized how big my breasts had gotten (Ms. Claire said that Iwas probably a C-cup) and the bra top really shaped them and emphasizedtheir size. Along with the bra tops, she had bought me several pairs offleece drawstring. I'd refused at first, as had Jen, of having anything to do with him. But slowly over the years we've reestablished contact and if I don't even now have total respect for him I do love him in the ways every son loves his father. Seeing him in the stands cheering me on at my various ball games, talking to me afterwards with his hand around my shoulder, tossing the ball with me on a Sunday morning had slowly chipped away at my hostility. And mom, understanding the needs of young boys had not only.