What they called “garçonne” here. Leonora was more conservative and had chosen a tweed skirt and a white blouse. And now men with men, women with...women, all was so permissive in Paris. It was also common in London where Leonora lived, but it was still happening behind closed doors. The two women had met in the Louvre art school some years ago and had remained friends, actually more than friends at times, but nothing serious since they were both attracted to lesbians and gay men. They were both. "I would like mine just a little bigger but not that big. What about you uncle, how do you like your tits?" Yeah I think your mother has got the perfect size," I mused."Hers are 'B's too," she said. "Just for you uncle I will have mine a perfect 'B'."We both dozed then only to be woken by movement upstairs and we knew that her mother was up and coming down stairs."Hi you two," she said sleepily. "Time for your bath El." Yes mum," she said and got up and headed for the door."You always had a. His knee was now pressed sharply against the girl’s pussy, and he could now feel her uncontrollably wiping herself against his thigh. Frank sat up again on his knees and nervously looked around the clearing, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Clarissa lay there and waited, her father’s saliva drying on her exposed breasts with their small puffy nipples. Her eyes widened as Frank eased his jeans down to his hips, freeing the thick, snake like length of his cock. “I’ve not done. The hug turns me over so our chests are pressed together. I’m not a very busty girl, I have nice little b cups. He puts his hands on my waist under my shirt and slides his hands up to my bra strap. He puts his fingers under my bra strap and moves his hands towards my breast. Ohh that feels so good. He grasps my breasts gently with his hands and plays with my nipples. He’s staring into my eyes as if saying ‘is it okay?’ I lean in and kiss him on the neck, then pull out and kiss his lips. His.