She freed him from his shirt as he lay back, pulling her down with him. He buried his face in her neck as he inhaled her deeply. He scooted up the be... until he was half sitting up and then rolled them so that he was hovering above her. Their eyes met in the dim light of Kate’s bedroom and he growled lowly, ‘I’m going to taste every inch of you.’ Her breath stuttered and she nodded, knowing that it wasn’t a question. He crawled painfully slowly down her body, nibbling and kissing as he went.. Still, it was unique. She and I were alone. Her full breasts were heavy in my hands. Her nipples seemed always partially erect but grew with my touches and kisses. We took turns kissing, licking, sucking each other’s breasts. Liz climaxed easily just from my sucking her responsive nipples..Two nights ago, her pussy had a thin growth of hair. It was bare again tonight with no sign of stubble. I played with it with my fingers as I suckled her breasts. For me, a hairless pussy seems more. That's why earlier on that week, she arranged for Yann and Pete to be on the closing shift that night. When the closing time came, she drank triple whisky and made her way to the cafe. The decision seemed to be more and more made in her head as the cafe was drawing nearer and the alcohol flooded her consciousness. When she made it to the cafe that evening, she was late. It looked already closed, floors swooped, lights switched off, coffee machines cooling with occasional quiet crackling sounds. I was young, a mother to be, a teen pregnancy. You have heard the stories of the heartache and heart break of teen pregnancies. Mine is not much different from those in most senses except that the choice I was forced to make might be inconceivable to most. I was told in the beginning of my pregnancy that my unborn child would indeed have some birth defects. I was seen by the Neo natal specialist she informed me that my son was unable to urinate in the womb. Now I at least knew what was.