I had nothing to stop her tears. I felt helpless. The thought of leaving her had broken every string my heart ever built. As we went through she didn�...�t wait and turned back. She didn’t say a goodbye. I felt my legs getting heavier. I could not have left her like this. My mother looked at me and I know she understood. She whispered in my ears, “You don’t HAVE to go if you don’t want to!”. I looked at her amused. She smiled. That smile explained everything as I hurried back towards the security. What ambitions did you have at that age, what did you want to do with your life then?’ Froo laughed, ‘Fifteen, I just wanted to go out and enjoy myself, what about you?’ ‘Fifteen, I was training for my school and county swim teams, looking to be chosen to swim for state, and then eventually the Country, main focus the Olympics.’ ‘You’re joking?’ ‘Nope.’ leaning his chin on his hand, ‘I was very focused, made the state, got a scholarship at UCLA, then was in a car smash that put an end to my. My breasts then pressed gently against her human waist whilst my face ended up level with her cleavage. This way I slept curled around her front while she lay on her side with my lips occasionally sampling the delights of her soft pink nipples. I was then held firmly against her while the soft clingy Lycra caressed my bum. Thus we slept, bonded together safe and comfortable while the yacht pitched and rolled easily to the gentle seas. Our habit of sleeping like this however led us to an. The early morning light pours in from the window just above the bed, and as my hands run over your chest -tangling in the thick hair that covers it- I can feel you reaching up to close the blinds. A smile erupts on my suddenly warm face, there can only be one reason for closing the blinds at this time of the morning. I reach above us to the windowsill to grab my glasses, making sure to lean as far over you as possible, my breasts raking over your chest causing my sensitive nipples to harden.