I watched her wandering her kitchen,putting things away and fondling plants. She would move past the door way here and there, glancing across to me. I...opened the French door and felt the warm morning air hit me. "Well," I said, "it's fine as long as we're even." "What do you mean?" she asked. "You caught me, so maybe you owe me a little something in return." "Tell you what," she said, now stopping in front of the sliding door, towhere I could see her in full. "I'll play along if you finish what. I couldn’t sleep at all, I was feeling her boobs in my Chest, I was touching and smooching her ass for almost an hour, time went, it was nearly 2AM.She was in her deep sleep, I tried to woke up her but she wasn’t getting up, then I started my first move, I started touching her whole body from top to bottom, pressed her boobs, I was playing with it slowly, then slowly took her nighty(dress) up , from bottom I lifted her dress till her knees and waited then took it above I almost reached her. “So what is this gyneco thing?” I asked.“Well I will explain, I don’t want you to think I am a doctor, but ever since we met I have thought your boobs were a bit bigger than most men your size, and trust me, I have loved that about you.” Beth wiped a tear away and I could see she was gaining a bit of control now that she could use her education and not her emotions to explain. “Well your breast development probably occurred in your teen years and it was called gynecomastia, or breast tissue. .In a high school gym just a few miles away, Bill and Wendy’s son Chris Taylor was sweating his ass off. The coach had him running laps around the gym. For a high school senior to even have to be taking phys ed was embarrassing enough. But to be so out of shape and forced to run laps by a sadistic gym teacher was truly humiliating. It might have humbled someone more self-aware. Chris was immune to that sort of put down, he had heard it so often.?Why was life so unfair?? Chris thought to himself.