Tits. And from the looks of them, they were not small. I raised up a hand and touched one. Definitely real. Definitely warm. Definitely soft. Definite...y attached to me. Which meant that I had definitely sprung a leak in the head."This can't be real," I said as I copped a feel of my own boobs. I saw the material of the shirt tent up as the nipples tightened. While I was noticing that, I noticed that the fingers doing the groping were women's fingers.Suddenly all the stuff the dark-haired girl. "I must remember to thank the servants for the most excellent job they did in securing this one." Yes!" I agreed. "I especially like the way they left him free enough to make his dick bounce around when he struggles."His struggling suddenly stopped when I said this, indicating his understanding of my words. I may talk with an accent from his point of view, but it is nice to know that he understands perfectly well."Yes, that's nice too," Mother admired for a moment. "But actually, I was. Looking at myself in the mirror and wondered what happened. I vowed never to do that again. I swore to be strong, but I couldn’t fight desire and lust.I got into the bathtub and closed my eyes, wondering what to do next. So many doubts. After a while, I calmed down. The warm water gave me a feeling of relief and peace. While my eyes were closed, I remembered that moment. The touch of his hands on my body. The delicious perfume and his passionate kiss. His soft lips were incredible. The ambient. "You have a very nice body Kathleen" she said as I took off my stockings and laid them over a chair,"For my age?" I finished for her, but she shook her head vehemently,"For any age, it looks firm and well toned, you certainly don't need a bra" I seldom wear one" I smiled, "I prefer a corset, I think they're more sensual" Yes, I agree"She beckoned me over to the pool and suggested that I slip in, I did so and sat with my back against the edge as she rolled her sleeves up and began washing my.