Wait. It gets better." Jen, your bra looks a little tight. I'd better check it out. Grandpa Bob will assist me. Come over to us please."I stand in fro...t of where they're sitting. My father reaches out and cups my right breast, feeling all over my bra. He puts his fingers inside the cup to feel how much room is in there. Grandpa Bob does the same with my other breast; so now they both have their fingers and part of their hands inside my bra cups. I know they can't help it but their fingers are. We stood there in the lobby, lingering in that first, deep kiss, that first moment of true contact. I don’t think there was anyone around but the desk attendant, who politely said nothing. I could have cared less if there was a whole roomful of people. I was with my girl, and she was mine, and we both savored that moment with all that we were. All too soon, we came up for air. She rested her forehead against mine, smiling that same shy but happy smile with her heart in those deep, dark eyes.. And she had done nothing more that touch my breasts. I leaned back against the back of the bench, causing her to lean forward to continue suckling my breasts. Her one hand drifted down my stomach and came to rest right on my pubic area. Her finger gently found its way into the slippery crevice and immediately began stroking my clitoris. I moaned louder and started moving my hips in time with her stroking. My eyes closed and my hand reached out to stroke her hair as she continued licking and. "I hurt like hell," she replied. "How about you?" she asked."I took a hit too," I replied.With a full audience I helped her take her jacket off along with her blouse. I pulled the two slugs from her Kevlar vest as I was taking pictures with one of my cell. "You may want to keep these as souvenirs," I said as I handed them to her.Next the vest came off and the bra."I am not putting that back on," she said."And you won't for a couple weeks," I replied.Vicky had two very large bruises. I asked for.