The band came on and we were jumping and dancing around enjoying ourselves. Then a slow song came on and I wasn't to sure what Lisa would do but she t...ok my hands and wrapped them around her waist. She kissed me then we cuddled before singing along to the song. When the concert was over we headed back to the hotel room. I had got some cans of beer and we opened them, Lisa coughed a bit after the first gulp and I rubbed her back which did help. She looked at one and kisses me, we talked for some. As the bra slipped back from her breast, I stared in amazement. It was my first glimpse of a real live woman's breasts. Her areoles were the size of silver dollars with hard nipples the size of a dime protruding from them. I leaned in to start to suck one of them but she pushed me away telling me not yet.She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off of my shoulders. Un-tucking my t-shirt, she pulled it over my head. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts to my chest. Her nipples and. She doesn't look like your typical mother, with the fact she looks more like an older sister than anything. I don't come to Chris's house often but when I do, I look forward to any encounter with her. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively on her shoulders, accentuated by her long black eye lashes defined by her piercing blue eyes. Her skin looked so smooth, slightly tanned and well cared. The thing that made it bad was that they liked me, too. The sisters always gave me grief about the cats and dogs that were constantly hanging around. I was just glad they all didn't catch on to the birds.I had trouble believing that most didn't have some kind of idea there was a connection. Every time a sister scolded me outside, or close to a window, bad things happened to their hair soon afterwards. Many times, right after giving me heck, a nun was washing the bird poop out of her hair.Sister.