I took his hand and showed him how he could do better. “Cup your hand like this,” I said, molding his hand to my boob. “Now, notice how lightly ...’m touching you now. Move your hand around, but keep your hand light, like that, especially around my nipple. That’s nice! OK, now do it with just your fingers.” Once he’d mastered that, using my hands over his, I showed him how to squeeze my boobs. I had him rub a nipple while I rubbed the other and he copied everything I did. “You’re doing great,. Well, we were the only two kids they had. Mom likes to say that having so much good luck the first time around made her a little nervous. She didn't want to push it, but that's just her way of teasing us, telling us she felt proud without really saying it.Our mom's one of those women who are sort of distant, you know? Not that she wasn't loving or a good mom, she was righteous, just that she couldn't always express it out loud. But I saw it in her eyes every time she looked at us. We got our. Mrs. Kent turned around and asked Anne, if she wanted her to get on with another room first, not knowing me or what I was there for.“No, no Wendy,” Anne replied, “Mary is a close friend,” she said with an obvious and strange emphasis on the word ‘close’.“Oh, I see,” said Mrs. Kent knowingly.I could tell they obviously ‘understood’ each other but had to admit that I was confused as to what was going on. Why had we come into the lounge where Mrs. Kent was obviously busy when we could have stayed. She had taken to wearing sports tops that showed off her abs, her best feature in her opinion. Her breasts had grown and they complemented the rest of her body. They weren't massive but they were enough to look good in a top. During the early years of high school she worried about them as they had remained flat during much of it.She looked out the window and saw no car meaning the parents were out. A peaceful Friday evening it would seem. Just then she heard the door shut downstairs and a bunch.