She pushed me away and went to shower. She seemed mad the rest of the night. The following Friday when I got home from work Andrea met me in her long ...athrobe. She told me to get showered because she had a surprise for me. As I showered my mind was racing, it seemed like I saw nylons on her as she walked. When I got out of the shower I joined Andrea in our room, she pulled the towel from around my waist. She told me to put my hands behind my back then she reached into the pocket of her robe and. ‘What? It’s true, ain’t it.’ And that was the crux of the matter. Her baby girl always seemed to have a way of stripping all the layers of polite society to the very beating and throbbing heart of the matter…bloody though it was. Lynn loved all her children. She loved all children period. But there was something special about this final precious gift of the goddess that had taught more about life and love than any of her other children had. The slow and familiar melody began to drift into the. It's funny; women don't suspect other women of feeling them up as they do with men. I got away with a lot with Sandi, even leaning over her to advise her on something and pressing my tits in to her back and rubbing them.One day in the toilets, I complimented her, when I saw the bright purple of a new bra strap. She didn't hesitate; she just pulled up her T-shirt and showed me. I stared appreciatively at her bra covered, coffee coloured tits. It was a very nice view. Another time, I said how. Her shit!!!Take your clothes off. I want to see you. I told her in a firm voice. Emily started pulling her shirt up. Her flat little tummy was looking inviting. She paused before she raised it over her tits. I'm sure that she had to really think about what we were doing. She looked me straight in the eyes and took a deep breath and pulled it up and off. I didn't know that Emily's tits were getting as big and full as they are. She looked at me for probably approval. They're getting nice and big..