The top halves were very lightly dusted with freckles, like her face. Her pink areolae were tiny, barely the width of quarters, but her nipples stood ...ut firmly. I was in awe. I had no idea where to start. Finally, I looked up at her. Her face was a mixture of expectancy, pride, and nervousness. ‘Sarah,’ I finally said. My mouth was dry. ‘May I… may I touch your breasts?’ Her eyes sparkled. I saw her try to speak and fail, then she just nodded. I took a deep breath and extended my hands. At the. They yelled a question, which I responded to by dropping the floor again. A couple of the reporters told their cameramen to go halfway back to warn newcomers, which I thought was an excellent idea.A couple of teams later, another reporter couldn't abide by the unnatural silence and yelled another question at me. Another six-inch lurch resulted.A few minutes later the interview area was starting to get a little crowded. Not very crowded, but reporters are vigorous jostlers. The first arrivals. .. M... Ma'am."The scowling woman patted him under the chin and said, "Well, I'm aroundhere all the time. Lady Lash. Remember my name."Freddie nodded and scurried away, her cruel laughter stinging his ears.He was thrilled to be at the end of that long block, with only a shortway to go before he reached Dianna. She would be proud of him forshowing how brave he was, to have dressed up as she instructed and walkedthe route she had chosen for him to get to her. Then she would listen tohim. So don’t get too entertained all by yourself.’ Your lascivious wink makes me chuckle. ‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ I sit down on the bed next to you, propped up against the headboard, thinking I might grab a book of my own, when you lean over, laying your head in my lap. You grin up at me then return to reading with your head pillowed on my thigh. I smile and still consider picking up my book, then think better of it. Instead, I relax. Running my fingers over your scalp, I start a slow, soft head.