As I kissed her neck, I ran my hand over the firm flesh, taking time out to rub each erect nipple. Marissa moaned and arched her back, then pulled my ...ead to her left breast so that the nubbin brushed my lips. Taking my cue, I sucked it in; trapping it lightly between my teeth before assaulting it with staccato flicks of my tongue. Without the need for direction, I shifted to her right breast, repeating my attack. My sweetheart was soon whimpering with pleasure. My right hand now free, I let. Granted, I’m on the wrong side of forty (just barely), but I’m taller than average, have long blonde hair, and am very fit. Plus, I had my boobs done a year earlier. They were high, firm, and proud. I couldn’t keep my hands off them. How could any red-blooded, heterosexual man?I decided to try online dating in the hope that a computer algorithm would know my taste in men better than my friends and co-workers apparently did. But after a couple of bad first dates and countless online approaches. I usually wear thigh-high stockings and my boss would shit if he knew I rarely wear panties to work. I like being comfortable. The same goes for wearing a bra. If I can get away with not wearing one, I’ll let my tits jiggle freely.At home, I am always comfortable. That means I never wear a bra at home and the only time I wear panties is if that’s all I’m wearing under a long shirt. I was starting to think I might have to change my habits, though, because I’ve caught Ethan checking me out. He told me how he got a private email that said I would never be seen on any of the recorded video footage unless it was needed to protect me somehow. If there was a reason I needed to be on the videos, then I would be. He had no idea what that meant or how it could be done. All he knew for sure was that the email “vanished” as soon as he looked away from it after reading it.“David,” mom called out from her bedroom door. “You aren’t the only one getting hit with very rapid changes to your body..