Often, I found my titscaught me the wrong kind of man. And then there is allthat weight on my chest, plus the way the bra strapschaff my shoulders. So... on a whim one afternoon as I wasdriving home from my last day of work, I stopped to askabout getting them pared down to size.She gave it to me polite but straight, just like she willdo for the 16-year old. First, there are medical dangers.Breast surgery is a relatively simple operation, butputting someone under the knife always involves. They were soft, frilly. Kelsey was breathing heavily now. She brought my hand closer and closer, and eventually my fingers slipped up under her panties. I was snapped back into reality. Kelsey! I cant do this! This is wrong! I had pulled my hand away. Her eyes were still closed, head thrown back. She let out a huge sigh. Fuck! I dont think Id ever heard her use language like that. I locked the doors, obviously nobodys here! Whats the problem? I could tell she was frustrated. Dammit, Kelsey, you. He knew he was close. He moaned into her mouth. He didn’t want her to stop but didn’t want it to shock her. She sensed the meaning of the moan and surprised him more by thrusting her own crotch over his and, while clamping her own hand in between, rubbed herself against him. The nylon of her running shorts pressed and conformed as the underside of John’s cock molded into Kamala’s cleft; with only a few layers of thin cloth between them. She meanwhile kissed him more urgently silently urging him. Don cut the channel, and saw an incoming message."Mel to Bridge! What's up?!"Don could hear movement and cursing in the background ... and it sounded like Kine. Don needed to pay more attention to the social order in this place."Mel, once Kine gets the hell out of your quarters I want you to get two security details together. One is to secure the shuttle deck- we'll be having 14 rescued Feds on board within an hour. I also want you to find someplace we can put them securely. They're not.