She could not understand why she could not get the man that she wanted to love her. She was about 5ft 3in tall. A little on the small side but it fel... brilliant when a man cuddled her who was so much taller than her because she could get to nozzle into his chest and run her fingers over it. She looked at her breasts. They were a 36D and were still firm despite giving birth to two children. Her waist cinched where it should and although her legs were not the longest they were nice and slim. It. More nerve endings per centimeter are in the nipples than almost anywhere else."I stared at her, open-mouthed, unable to believe what was happening. "Don't just sit there like a fish out of water," Melanie told me. She walked over to where I sat, paralyzed with shock. Spinning my chair around with one deft move, she leaned over and thrust her breasts into my face. "Start by circling the nipples with your tongue," she said.I did as she asked, taking her into my mouth and flicking my tongue over. But please, explain in your way, of what must you remind us?Hummph, errr, ok! Yes, silly me. All my life I exhale air through my vocal chords and move my lips and struggle to find the right words. Why ever would I have a problem not bothering with that!?He mentally smiled at them, feeling suddenly light-hearted and amused, almost in a comic, joking mode. They brightened even more, and grew closer together.Michael-mine! Humor? A joke? How delightful! How different! Do you humans do that? Much?. "I've made my choice, mummy."Prue whirled around in her chair and saw a beautiful little girl, HER little girl, holding a coloring and smiling through tears. Prue instantly knew it was Sara, and if she'd had any doubts, the tiny golden angel dangling from the child's necklace would have removed them.Prue opened her arms and cried, "Sara!"Sara nodded and answered her with "Mummy!" and then ran straight into those open arms. Prue gathered her up and held her close, tears streaming from her eyes.