She found the clasp in the front of her bra, opened it and then slowly unveiled her developing breasts to her uncle. She looked at his eyes and saw pu...e desire as she slowly pulled back her shoulders and displayed her 14-year-old teen treasures to him.“Very nice,” he said, taking the chocolate and tweaking the top of it so that he could begin to gently move it over her stiff nipple . . . on one of her tits. Patiently he followed the contour of her bud around and around . . . and then moved it. And believe it or not, I love that silly thing greatly. But enough about the dog. Next thing you know, folks will think this is some type of freaky story about sex with animals. It's not, trust me.Okay, so like I said, over time, we had gotten to know the "regulars" at the park. We would talk, and share stories about family, the dogs, and local events. Often I would find myself playing a game of dominoes with Edgar, a retired cop, while his Schnauzer, Duffy, ran with Mrs. Martinez' Pomeranian,. There was the expected ripping sound and the wrap fell away. She tossed it on the couch and took a bow, giving a little "Ta-Dah!" I'd known her for all of three minutes and she was standing there totally naked, dressed in just her mahogany tan. When I say "totally", I mean it. Other than on her head, there was no hair to be seen anywhere. As I said, she was short but her proportions were great. Her breasts stood out with very little sag. The nipples were a dark plum color and they, too, stood. His father patted him on the back, and Daniel turned to take one last look at Mr. Johanson’s grave. It was hard to believe the jovial old man was gone. He’d been in poor health for as long as Daniel could remember, but he’d just kept hanging on, all the way to age ninety-nine. “Clean living, my boy,” he’d always said when asked how he’d come to live so long. After which, he’d take a drag off his cigarette and another pull off his bottle of whiskey. Daniel smiled, remembering that old man.