She finally reached in the front and popped the clasp and asked, “Is this what you were looking for?” Breasts! I was looking at the most precious ...air of breasts in the world. Light pink nipples on the most perfectly formed breasts. I refuse to call them tits, because those are what you find on a stripper. Tracey has beautiful, soft, breasts. I will always remember that moment. There is absolutely no comparison to the first time you cup your hand around a woman’s breast and feel the nipple. That helps me deal with this ‘hero stuff’ I keep hearing from Brenda and Maria. I guess my image of a hero has been molded too much by the entertainment industry.”“Hawk, what you did for my Little Ground Squirrel would make you a hero in most anyone’s book. From what I understand what you did for Brenda was similar. Had you been in the Army during wartime you’d probably have received the Medal of Honor. What’s more telling is most MH’s are awarded posthumously. Usually what happened was nothing. If he looked up, hed have a spectacular view up my skirt of my leaky vagina this time. I dont know if he did or not, since I went back to sipping my coffee and glaring at the patrons brave enough to glance in our direction. When he finally finished (these boots are literally the most difficult to lace footwear I own), he reseated himself, swallowing again uncomfortably, and adjusting his erection so that it wasnt (as) visible to the restaurant. He must have done the math and realized that Id be. I stroked their minds, and Mattie rolled over to sit atop him, her hips never losing a beat. She breathed "Oh Liz, you're back, you look so good darling. I'm just filling in for you here, your son is such a good lover."Bobby stared at me, and said "God Mom, what happened? You look fantastic.' I mounted his face, letting my pussy settle to his mouth, and felt his energetic eating begin. I leaned over and kissed Mattie, our tongues, twisting, as Bobby started me toward release. My fangs came out,.