I have no one to whisper to. I have lost again and look away with eyes full of remorse and hurt and that glint of fear. Fear of the pain? No…more ac...urately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain. Her breasts were hard, round to perfection and her nipples were quite thin but quite protruding- I suckled on her breasts all through the session . Inserted my hand pn her thigh and started brushing it . She slowly spread her legs for me to come in. I opened the side slit of the panty and inserted my finger just like what i did in teh bus. She gave way for me to do this. I started finger fucking her and gradually kenlt in front of her and pulled her panty down and i could see her pussy for the. It was not completely flat like her exercise-obsessed sister Hayley. Of course, Honey’s boobs were a little bigger than Hayley’s too; and she wouldn’t have it any other way. It was her love for sweets, chocolate specifically that had plumped her titties to a larger dimension. There was only one thing Honey loved more than chocolate and that thing resided in her daddy’s pants. Yes, she was a little more jiggly in general than Hayley and three inches shorter, but nobody called her fat. In fact,. If they don't, then why don't you ask?" Okay," said Helen sitting up. I rubbed my arm, which she'd been leaningon, attempting to restart its circulation"If were quick at getting ready then we might get a chance to explore abit," I said sitting up myself."That sounds good," she said. "Now scram, while I take a shower."I laughed and headed back to my room, shutting the interconnecting dooras I passed through.When I came out of the shower, I donned the fluffy white robe. Itreminded me of the.