My knees bent and my legs spread. I let my eyes roam the houses in the area. There were lights in every window. I was less than ten feet from the Boze...an’s house where I could see, between my knees, a darkened window. I was well and good enough lit that if someone was behind that window, I would have no secrets. My hand slid over my belly and between my thighs. I pressed my palm flat over my pussy. Feeling the wetness, I pulled my hand back, a finger dipping into my slit. I bent my knuckle. You could just about make out the outline of the bra throughthe fabric, and the padding ensured that both cups were visiblyprotruding. I pulled on the skirt, and fastened the rear zip. It was agray pleated skirt which came to just above the knee. I pulled on thesocks one by one, pulling them up as high as possible, eager to cover asmuch flesh as I could. Finally, I put on the cardigan, fastening thebuttons to try to hide the bra.I didn't want to go downstairs to face Uncle Roger - but could. They had a puffy, red, angry appearance (as thoughrebuking him for fooling around with ho-mones); the boobs resembled twocrocuses that had dared to poke their way through the spring snow. BigAl was, of course, thrilled with the first shoots of Blair's womanhood,but soon realized - to their mutual frustration - that she'd have to goeasy on her attentions until Blair's "love cups" had become lessenflamed.As Blair believed Angela when she told him that breasts, once grown,could never be lost. “Well, we are sorry, but I was showing your father how much I love him.”“Ok.” Margaret smiled.Simple answers to simple questions. We ate, got up, and I kissed Margaret and wiped a bit of syrup off her chin, causing a little giggle. Margaret led Erin up to our bathroom, where Erin got her toothbrush, then Margaret led her mother to she and her sister’s bathroom where they brushed their teeth together before returning to the family room where I was entertaining Penelope and Paula.“Ok, Sweetie,.