Slowly his dark chocolate fingers caressed the front of her gleaming white thighs as the material of her skirt crumpled and rose up in his hands. Mean...hile Craig’s movements were also becoming very erotic as he continued to kiss his way above her knees to the flesh newly exposed by Rocco’s dark hands. Vitorrio could hardly hold his jealous rage now as ‘His Sarah’ continued to really ignore him. It was as if she had been in some kind of trance, but at this time it was clear that she was. "You are one flexible little stinker, Kim. I'll get you next time." And you take up a lot of space. Lose the shirt, big guy." She snarked back. Kim held the shirt like it was the Stanley Cup. The next on deck were Mary and Cam.The tiny girls squirmed themselves into a squealing knot. "Don't step on my gown!" Cam protested."I can't see your gown because your tit's in my eye." Mary answered and then licked Cam's nipple. "Next time, we get flavored oil. Baby oil doesn't taste that good."Cam. I looked into her lovely, heavy-lidded eyes and smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile. I felt one leg move again and her kneecap touched mine. My hand had begun to tremble a little so I moved it carefully down between our torsos and then slowly up under her shirt, gliding my fingertips up the rungs of her rib cage. Her breast was just the size of my hand and I began to caress it, taking care to be gentle and slow. I might be beyond control, but I wasn't going to just grab and squeeze,. Harder to jump into the fray later if they could not release their son. Harder to adjust to being female because she had been sheltered and promised that wouldn't happen. And although Michelle would never say it audibly, she believed it would make it harder to answer to what was in all likelihood her permanent identity. Because of her past experience she would believe it when she saw it!More than anything else she wanted to tell her, now daughter, that yes, she did understand. She understood.