Their weight along with her age caused them to hang more than Abby’s did, but not much, and it gave them an elegant tear-drop shape. My hands were g...ued to my sides, flat against the blanket. I was still uncertain about scene playing out before me, unsure of what my part should be. So I laid still, not making a sound, just watching, in skeptical bliss. “Touch me!” She scolded. Grabbing both my hands and plastering them to her bosom.I just held them there for a second before I finally had the. “Oh my, I’m so grateful! You saved me from those horrible beasts!” She said in an astonished voice, “How can I repay you?”Trevor looked down at her breasts, speechless. He had never had a beautiful girl like this so close to him, let alone topless. He saw that she had noticed where he was looking, and he started to blush. As he began to look away, he felt her grab his hands and place them on her breasts. What were just stirrings had now turned instantly to full arousal in his overalls upon. After I married Bart, I suspected that he continued his carefree bachelor lifestyle, but I didn't investigate. He was a smooth talker; an accomplished raconteur. I decided to wait a couple of years to be sure I wanted his children." You were wise." Wiser now than I was then. One day, my mother called and wanted me to go with her to our lake cabin. Her new curtains had arrived and she decided to put them up herself that day. I have never known why. Out we went on the two-hour drive to the lake.. My mother, Pavithra Krishnamurthy. I have to confess, I adore her, and I would have been upset if she had also found fault with my decision. But she as she had been over the years, fully supportive, and was genuinely pleased.I still remember the warm hug and teary eyes, when I announced the news 3 months back. She had murmured how happy she was and how proud she was. And I loved her for that.Now I am in Pune, in a lovely apartment the company had provided me in the city. It was fully furnished.