I sat there naked as he took my blood pressure and pulse. He then laid me back slightly and put both my arms above my head. Breast examination is an u...derstatement. Titty torture combined with a massage is pretty close to describing the experience. I’m very sure no lover has had as much fun with my breasts as he did. He only lacked licking them but I would guess he gave it a thought. He was pulling on my nipples and using his other hand to massage my breast at the same time. I was so. After she gingerly picked it up and shook the milk off it, she softly said, "Oh my, it's beautiful Mike. I've never seen anything like this before. My God, I absolutely love it."I reached down and removed the tray from over her lap. With it out of the way, I snagged the napkin and said to the glowing beauty before me, "Let me see it for a second, please."I rubbed all around the sterling silver band with the soft napkin, and held the ring between my right index finger and thumb. Then, with my. Across the room, one of his two best friends was talking to his mother. “She is bad for the image, he should distance himself”“You know she loves him, and I think he loves her, as much as he loves anyone.” She had nearly given up (no mother ever entirely gives up) trying to understand her son, he often seemed remote and distant from anyone. She was sure there was nothing the matter with him, that it was a choice rather than a mild form of autism, he just felt it better to be mentally alone even. The girls talked to him about things they would have liked to have beentalking to the popular girls about: music, movies and pop culture ingeneral including female fashion and what's hot and what's not.Again, Greg was a listener. He wasn't particularly predisposed to interestin such subjects. But it's what his friends were talking about so hedeveloped some insight and savy on the subjects thanks to his femininecounterparts."What should I wear?" How is my hair like this?" Does this make me look.