Instead, once I'd settled back down, she actuallywalked a little further up me so that she could reach my head withhers. Once she could, she rubbed h...r cheek against mine, almost likeshe was trying to comfort me. She even added a little lick that sortof served as a kiss."Oh god ... am I really so pathetic that I need to be reassured by arunt like you?" I asked the felineFor her part, Mini just stepped back and peered at me with her headcocked to one side in the way that she was so fond of. She eased childbirth. She set broken bones. She listened to the petty squabbles and voiced a wisdom cured with experience. She remembered the chants that brought the rain. Yes, she was still a vital part of the life of her people.The drums began to beat and somewhere nearby a piper was blowing a melancholy tune, sad to see the sun wink out. She felt an arm around her shoulders. Turning she saw a familiar profile, her consort on those long ago solstice nights. They had shared a wild passionate. And I loved it.For the evening I dressed in a tight fitting red mini-dress with spaghetti straps, made of a thick stretchy fabric that held my sizeable breasts in place – for the most part – but did nothing to diminish the nipple bump visible through the tight material. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress (which was the point), and it made me feel sexy and ‘on display’, which gave me a sense of excitement throughout the evening whenever I went out dressed like this. Grant was in a dressy. I had knocked and after a few mins, the door opened up. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was on her phone talking to someone and she had a see through maxi till her knees and her undies and brassier could be seen from it. She had her hair wet and she gestured me to sit while she got done with the talk. She stood towards the window facing away from me, while I gazed tentatively at her ass. It swung from one place to another while she shifted weight from her hips.I felt like kneeling down and.