Mark let out another big breath and then looked down at me. He saw the little spot of blood seeping out of my breast."Oh shit, mom. Did I do that?" He...asked between gasps of air, looking up at my face with a look of concern. "I wasn't even squeezing that hard." He added.He reached for my wounded breast but I gently pushed his hand away. "It's okay, don't worry. It's fine." I said, swiping my hand over my tit again, smearing the blood away.Normally I would scold him for doing something so. Since she's keeping herself hidden, what difference does it make? He decided to relax and enjoy the guided tour."See how the artist has interpreted her excitement?" she gestured. "Her top is still on, but just barely." She traced the pouting bubbles of the female's exposed underswell in a slow, horizontal figure three.As her tender palms cupped petite nipples and began a sensual journey down the nymphet's torso, he wondered how his palate could suddenly feel so dry in spite of the recent wash. Having a nice apartment on the outskirts of London with just himself to please he's a happy man. Now john does love the females and even the girls yes younger girls have always been John's weakness. Not too young say 16 plus he knows you have to be so careful these days so he plays it safe as he can without causing too much concern. All his friends know he likes them young but many have no idea what actually goes on his John's mind. They seem him as nor threat as they all know he only goes for. Things changed after a few weeks. Our talks were less about Greg and she began showing more interest in me. Eventually Greg’s name didn’t come up at all. We started doing all the regular things couples do and she admitted she had begun developing feelings for me. I told her how much I loved her and she seemed happy to hear it. I was on cloud nine. The only dark cloud was my sibling. My brother rarely called me anymore and he never asked about Janice. I didn’t tell him that Janice and I.