With more substance than a youngster. All my faculties were trying to feel how she was feeling. Beneath my hand I could feel her nipple. It wasn’t e...ect as the porn stories generally tell you. But! I could feel it reacting. I lifted away from our kiss I needed to make sure she was okay with what was happening. She knew I was making sure she wanted it and I could tell she felt safe in my arms. She pulled me back into our embrace.I slowly let my hand move to the buttons of her blouse and started. This drug has been found to cause cancer in both the mothers as well asthe daughters, of DES women, mutation in the daughters and much lessopenly all manner of problems for the sons of these women. Receivingmost all of the notoriety are the ?daughters? of DES women, whichreceived the bulk of the research funding, since the daughtersdeveloped a vicious form of uterine cancer. The ?son?s? of DES mothersalso suffered and in different ways than their female peers, often inways not outwardly. Tracey sat on the floor beside me, watching intently as I began to enjoy the delicious flavour and aroma of her girlfriend, slowly using the tip of my tongue to travel from her arsehole to her cunt and then running it between the outer and inner lips on each side to the clit. I could feel Tracey’s breath on my face as I repeated this until Cathy was so tense I could see the muscles in her thighs. Then, as I probed my tongue deep into her hole, ran it hard up the center of her cunt and sucked. But he persists, like a good soldier, like his daddy had always told him to do with all things, and in that persistence he had grown mean. He doesn’t realize this quite yet, he doesn’t hear the casual disdain in his voice when he compliments women on their bodies, their clothes, doesn’t realize that he sounds rude, even dangerous, when he invites them home for drinks, and more recently, blatantly, sex, isn’t consciously aware of the change between the pitying, uncomfortable glances and offended.