Sara laughed then kissed my cheek as she walked back out to help Mom. Dad and I spent the afternoon watching college football. Dinner was served at ...ix exactly, following a family tradition that had existed as far back as I could remember.The pot roast was as delicious as I remembered. So were the mashed potatoes and homemade gravy. In fact, the entire meal was a smashing success. It was clear that my parents loved my fiancée and she loved them, too. We left around nine and were in the. Then she rolled her socks down to expose her scars. She recalled Jason showing her his own scars and let out a slow breath. Stop worrying. He understands.Looking at her reflection wearing panties, it was obvious what a month of good food had done. Her ribs weren't showing as much and her breasts had grown to fill her palms. She ran her hands down her stomach and past her slit of a navel. Carrie wasn't that much taller, but her body had rounded curves that Di would never share. Jason would. I noticed her looking at me. Oh, hell. What now? A lot of men don’t fight for their rights. I’m no ordinary man. I’m a Men’s Rights Activist. Yes, a long time ago, I went out with flyers and gave them to people. These flyers contained information about Men’s Issues and Men’s Causes such as Prostate Cancer, Male Victims of Domestic Abuse and other concerns. I did my editing of my erotic works surreptitiously, taking great care to avoid Susan. I also pondered what to do about this situation. I. Then she asked me in a whisper, “Do you want to see them”? What”, I asked back? She replied by asking if I wanted to see her tits. She said that all the boys want to see them but she had never done that before. But I was so nice to her she thought she would let me see them, if I wanted. Did I want to? Fuck yes!! I have a motto my older brother told me, “Seen one tit, want to see more”. I told her that it wasn’t necessary but yes I would like to see her tits. She looked around and asked.