She would have laughed if she didn't really want him to approve. She had firm, B cup breasts with small lightly coloured nipples. Her nipples were as ...ard as she had ever seen them, and she had once spent an entire day in a freeze room to simulate Arctic weather. The creature let out a sound between a growl and a moan and gently cupped her breast. Her breast felt tiny in his large warm hands. He gently rolled her rock hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation making her moan. Images of it kept coming back to me, quite unprompted. I kept re-living the sensations, my body frequently becoming semi-aroused as a result. At least a couple of times in the shopping arcade with some friends, my thoughts had drifted off and it had been a little while before I realised. By the time I had, my nips had already started to respond and begun perking up quite a bit! My friends probably didn't notice, but I certainly did. And it made me feel suddenly quite self-conscious.I didn't see. Dooley curtsied to me. The girl followed her lead."Mrs. Philander, may I present Miss Lisa Thimble, the youngneedlewoman I mentioned." Come forward, Lisa, so I can see your dress," I said.It was beautifully done. It was the kind of dress you might see on agirl higher on the slopes of Beacon Hill than we lived. If I had adaughter, I would want her to dress in such work, though in fabricsand lace that Lisa presumably could not afford."Thank you, ma'am," Lisa said. "I made it." Her accent was. As the last waves subside, I somehow get to me feet. I’m a mess, my blouse dirty and ripped, my stomach and hips grazed, scratched and bleeding, and my long hair tangled and damp with sweat. My torn pussy is so sore that I can hardly walk, and as I stand, I feel the trickle of his semen running out from between my lips, and down my legs, mingling with my blood. I make my way slowly to the porch, and knock on the back door. Eventually I hear the key turning in the lock, and it opens. My mother.