Her breasts had round, pink areolae, which encircled small, erect nipples.I changed the subject. "Do you mind if I play with them?" I asked, referring...to her breasts."Don't ask me that way," Patty said, softly."Huh?" Tell me that you will play with my breasts. Don't ask me."I was confused. This is not proper sexual etiquette, although I doubt that there was a book written on that subject. I shook my head and repeated, "Tell you?" Yes," Patty said. "Tell me what you want to do... or just do it.. We didn't speak much on the way to his farmhouse and upon arrival, they just let me sit for a while before starting.I was almost tearful with relief to have found someone who seemed to know at least a little about what was going on and gladly agreed to answer their questions. They were very insistent that I tell them the complete details of my transformation. I began hesitantly in front of the old couple in their late sixties. Feeling embarrassed about the more 'juicy' parts of the story but. Possibly more so now that he had to work in his old location, for a few months, till a replacement could be found. Gregory doubted he will see his father a total of one week in the next twelve.Car lights illuminated Gregory's room for a second, before the squeal of a car turning into the drive next door was heard.The fifteen year old boy sat up in his bed - looking for any excuse not to sleep, and if he leaned over the edge, he would be able to just see over the sill of the ledge. He had learnt. "You can't!" Julie said helplessly. "If anybody besides you finds her, she may talk. That's all I need." Okay, okay. I'll do it by myself. But I'll have to stop looking around noon. That's when I've got to get ready," Byron said as he walked out the back door.Julie followed him to the garage."Hey, I don't think you'd better come with me," Byron said as he climbed into her car. "One look at you and me together, and she'll blow her fuse in public."Julie sighed, knowing that her son was.