"He's the one who picked me, and he coached me through it, in advance I mean. As far as that goes, he was going to die anyway, so what'd he have to lo...e? And I thought I was dreaming the whole thing, I wasn't exactly awake to be judging whether it was wise." I guess... ," she said, still dubiously. "He has more control than he told me, doesn't he?"I shook my head again. "I don't think so. He got me when I was sleeping and encouraged me to see it all as a dream to make it easier for him to. I put my arm around his neck and pull myself forward until our lips meet. This memory etches itself into my brain like writing on stone, our first kiss as being engaged.“Do you want to finish?” He asks.I shake my head, then wipe my eyes on his shoulder. The only thing I want to do is go home with him. My legs are weak, so I take his hand and have him pull me to my feet. Even having to leave his side to get my belongings from the locker room hurts. I grab my stuff quickly, then rush back to him.. Some of them gave wolf whistles. Patrick shouted hello to some of them as he escorted me straight through them and up the stairs to his room.We stripped off and made love. Whilst he was doing it to me, I couldn't get the image of all those guys downstairs out of my mind. Did they know what we where doing up here? They must have known, that's probably why they where whistling at me. As Patrick fucked his cock into me, I kept imagining that all the guys where standing around the bed watching us.. Yes, her breast, it turned out she had Cancer (although told me at the time it was cured; but wasn’t!) and had to have a breast removed a few years back, but asked me if I thought she was less of a woman without her boob. Of course, I told her she was still the “Best Nan in the world!”Seeing her breast and her telling me that her Cancer had gone remained a secret forever, but that wasn’t the last time I saw her breast. A few years later when I was around 21-23yo, my Parents had a caravan near.