She's twenty-eight, a brunette with wavy hair just below her shoulders, one hundred-eighteen pounds, thirty-four B-cup, but it's a full cup, narrow wa...st and lovely hips and long legs beneath. She's five-six and naked she looks really great. Her boobs are really nice, firm, tipped with dark pink nipples that get excited so easily. I just love getting them hard, even when we're out at dinner or at friend's, I'll take a quick pinch or rub when no one's looking just to firm them up. Sheila has. ‘I have too small breasts.’ I had noticed her smallish breasts previously, but nonetheless found myself openly focusing on them for a moment before my brain realized what my eyes were looking at and forced my eyes to look elsewhere. A slight blush must have come to my face, for I felt suddenly warmer, which did not make sense given the impending blizzard. My thoughts turned to the blizzard, and its implication: I could very well be snowed in with a beautiful young Japanese student as my. "What weight was she?" Mandy asked Alison, who hadn't moved from thedoor."Sorry?" When she was born, what weight was she?" Oh, four pounds something," she replied.She didn't look much over that now, and felt as light as a feather. Nowonder the midwife had been worried. She guessed Molly was two or threeweeks old."Does she drink her milk?" Mandy asked, rocking the little baby in herarms."A little. She just takes a little and stops. She doesn't sleep, shejust cries." Alison was on the verge of. Calming, even. I couldn't be sure if my change inopinion was due to Charlene's more sensitive skin or from the fact thatlying there soaking provided me with a chance to just ... absorb.Reflect.The bath had been Katie's idea. After dropping the news that in a fewdays' time I'd be bleeding profusely from an area that, for guys, justwasn't supposed to bleed, she suggested I retreat to the sanctuaryembrace of the tub."Charlene has a habit of taking really long baths when she's stressed.Especially.