Out of her zone again. I helped her into the passenger seat and fasten her seatbelt, so that she gets used to me being very close to her. As I step ba...k I ran the back of my hand over her breasts. Her nipples are hard, I can feel them even through the dress and bra.I switch on the engine and drive to the end of the street. There is no traffic so I stop.“Take off your panties.”She looks at me, shrugs and starts to wriggle round in her seat. She takes them off and hands them to me. They are. Impana: Do you really like me?Me: Yes you’re my best friend. Please don’t cry I won’t do it again.Impana: Did you like it when you touched it?Me: I told you it was not intentional. You are soft and feel like some sponge.Impana: What is like a sponge?Me: Your bums. Your breast.Impana: They are not bums they are buttocks. And breast is a science word, generally, they are boobs or tits.Impana was crying silently. When her tears touched my pants I came to know. I made her sit and asked, “Why you’re. From that moment on, you were the boss. Maybe not the boss, but certainly in charge. That doesn’t really sound right either. I just always felt safe with you. You had me down to my underwear and I could tell you liked the view. You asked me to turn around so you could appreciate my ass in my pretty purple panties. I felt your hands cup my cheeks and squeeze as you bent forward and nuzzled my neck. I stood on my toes so my ass would be firm in your hands and I could push against you. That’s when. Balthazars brow furrowed. Its not funny. He said. She laughed harder. Walking up to her he bowed his head allowing her to remove the fabric for him. Im not used to them yet. He ran his hand over the smooth black horn that was now about five inches long. I like them. Amanda smiled. Balthazar sighed and smiled too. I dont like to fight. Then consider it over. She kissed his check and started to get dress. Looking over her shoulder she saw he was lost in thought. What is it? She asked. Nothing,.