Claire stood up saying, "Wow, she sure has a set of boobs, doesn't she?" As I serached for some kind of reply, Claire pulled her tank top up and off. ...Yeah, well, so do I", she said. My eyes locked onto the white satin bra she was wearing, and she reached back to unfasten her skirt. As she slowly pulled it down, I saw she was wearing a very shiny long white half slip. I stood glued to the slot as she removed her bra and her big breasts fell free. They sagged a bit, but the ends were slightly. ..and that's where he looked away and I saw it. That look. Oh boy. I did not expect him to be a virgin saint. I did however expect him to be safe and be there when I needed him. Like now. I believed in Domestic Discipline over a Leather Lifestyle. I was always the female Dominant, but the Mistress in the bedroom. My slut was always a slut but in the bedroom I got to scold him for being a dirty fucking slut. For fucking others or whatever other discipline came to mind. Usually it came down to me. And as if to emphasise her point, she fell over again, attempting a stem turn. A junior set of skis swished broadside across her and brought their wearer to an abrupt halt. The little girl examined Mog intently. Mog would normally have said, ‘Bugger off,’ but was past caring. ‘Hello. My name’s Lizzie.’ ‘Is it?’ thought Mog. ‘Well, good for you.’ The last thing she wanted was a spoilt brat making fun of her. Relenting her hard line, Mog answered civilly, ‘Would that be Elizabeth, then?’ ‘Yes,’. She thought about being a gold star lesbian and was proud. She would never change for anyone. She loved pussy! She loved how a woman’s ass would jiggle when they walked away from her. She loved tits! Especially tits with milk, she thought, stoking her sex. And soon, I will be married to a woman. The idea of it made her body tremble and nipples taut.Candice turned toward Monica’s sleeping body and started playing with herself pulling a little on her clit. Shaking her head, she stopped playing.