But now, I’m impatient. Though you’re nude, my clothes don’t come all the way off. I sit on your lap in my skirt, my lace panties jerked slightl... to the side. You tug up my bra and press your face between my breasts. The soft, dark mounds warm your cheeks and when I shift ontop of your cock, I hear you grunt. Winter’s cold, but your little girl is on fire. “Slut,” you whisper when I arch my back, pulling my breasts away from your mouth. You latched on when I wasn’t paying attention, when I. “I heard a bunch of bad stuff happened to you over the holidays.”“Not to me, but to Wen, Bethany, and my friend Jennifer from Stanford.”“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll see you Saturday!” Charlie said.“I’ll be in Ohio with Bethany pretty much every weekend for a couple of months, I think. Elyse and Kara will take care of everything on the weekends.”“How is Bethany?”“About like you would expect,” I said. “But she’s alive and that’s what matters.”“Tomorrow will be interesting.”“Yeah. I want her to. They were large like her mother's but firmer, he mused. Her torso dipped into a trim waist cinched tight with a belt then flared into hips that would hold him comfortably when her completed her baptismal preparation. Her legs were firm and shapely, her knees, pressed so firmly together that he wondered how he would get them spread apart."Do you think you can tell me how you are feeling, now that you are fourteen and can make the decision to join the church?" Reverend Wilson slid closer to Becky. A little drool dripped from the side of my mouth. I brought my hand up and wiped it from my lips. I looked at it hanging there. I pressed my fingers back up into my pussy and thought about what Amber said next to me all those years ago.She opened her eyes and saw me. "My God." She sighed and breathed in deeply, making her breasts rise. "Look at your nipples."I looked down at them. They stood out straight, about an inch. Long, erect, hard nipples on top of my puffy aureole, all pink and covered.