"Pull it down." She whispered.I did so and her halter-top slid down to her waist. I could now feel her lacy strapless bra rubbing against my skin. Her...big tits oozing over the sides."There's clips in the back. Pull them together." She said.I did as I was told and felt her bra unfasten and her tits spill out onto my bare chest. She pulled the bra out from between us and our nipples came together. Hers were as big around as a braclet and had hard fat tips that looked like they were just made for. I stopped in front of her, looking down at her. In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock thickening, hardening, in my pants. Almost leisurely I reached down and picked up her hand, sliding my fingers down the palm and over the wrist. It was warm and I felt her grip my hand, hold it. Without looking I pulled her hand towards me and spreading the palm, her hand under mine, begain to rotate it, pressing it in slow. Like any couple, we had our share of disputes, but our age- or perhaps just a flair for the dramatic we shared- escalated these to catastrophic crises. Inevitably, I would end up being the one to concede, for the sake of peace. But the outcome of the arguments wasn't what bothered me. I spent much of our relationship not knowing how she felt about me- whether it was truly love.People will say that a sixteen-year-old couldn't know love from lust, but I learned, beyond doubt, the distinction that. While it is my sincere hope that you will never need to use this aspect of your powers, you must be prepared for any extreme situation that might arise.”As Melody stood, she pulled the sword from the sand and began to inspect the weapon. It was extremely sharp, yet also incredibly beautiful. The handle was the perfect size for her hands, and the cross guard bore a carving of a water drop, the symbol of the Water Jinn. The base of the hilt contained a gorgeous blue sapphire, which seemed to glow.