He undid my bra, put his hand inside my shirt, and grabbed one of my tits. I'm reasonably gifted in that department – I wear a 12D – and I love it...when guys squeeze them. Justin knew this, and after stroking it for a second or two, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin of my boob in his hand, he squeezed it until it hurt. I yelped in pain and gave him a kiss, holding his head in my hands."Did I squeeze too hard?" Yes, but just too hard enough." I said, smiling. "This was a good idea. The. I think we are ready? Ready for what, Borjn replied with a puzzled look on his face. Did you finish in the yard? Oh yes said Bjorn, My wife gets up, I believe that you have one more bush to work on. Bjorn’s says, I thought I did everything. No not quite, there is a bush in my room that you need to work on. As the scene ends, she is walking away towards our bedroom The next scene opens with my wife standing by the bed in a short shear black nightgown. She called Bjorn to come into the bedroom. But that was all eye wash. Both of us were together primarily because both of us stuck out. Camile is about 5’10, black (African, whatever you want to call her), with long, never-ending legs, a nice butt and slightly small breasts. Coupled with her athletic frame, curly hair and her deep dark skin that looked like dark chocolate made her sizzling. Unfortunately, most Indians are a lot shorter (the average male height around here is about 5’8) and most people don’t really like darker women,. Is everyone agreed? That should put an end to your bickering for good, if you know who’s the boss around here. It ain’t you, it ain’t Jess, and it ain’t even me. What Simon says, goes. It’s a permanent game of ‘Simon says’ from here on out.“Agreed? Is everyone on the same page, accepting that Simon, my son, is the man of the house?” Mom demanded now, perhaps Topping a little from the bottom, but it was a sort of transitional stage ... and she was my mother, after all.“I happily concede that.