" She moved to another rack. "Or, you might try these, they're a little easier in the fit - not so confining, and you may find you don't really need t...e under-wire. Or, are you thinking of something really different, now? Look, this is a shelf-bra camisole that would work." I'm beginning to... well, I guess you'd say, I'm still getting back on my feet. But, I've @always worn a bra. I wonder if I can get away with that? You can see everything."With a grin, Melanie said, "I guess it all depends. I'm a die-hard leg man, so I never really looked at Tiffany's breast. I was too busy looking at those gorgeous legs, then she hugged me so tight I couldn't see them. I was getting closer and closer to my climax, but I wanted to hold on and give her a second one. I'm not sure why? It was a challenge and I like challenges. I would push her up with my hips then back off, and pull partway out. Then I'd allow her to swing down, as I forced my dick back up into that tight little pussy. I could feel. “I do,” I replied. “But I realize now you never were the fragile girl I thought you were. Yes, you were frightened about intimacy, but you are one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. I just didn’t realize it back then.”“You helped me a lot, Steve. More than I can ever repay you for,” she sighed.“Repay me by living a long, happy life with a bunch of kids and a huge bunch of grandkids.”“They can still be ours,” she said. “That door isn’t completely closed, you know.”“What door ever is? Well,. I would feel more comforted in your presence,” Miranda said.“I do not wish to besmirch your reputation by entertaining a gentleman without a chaperone,” he said, smiling.“It is because you are a gentleman that I do not fear for my reputation,” Miranda answered. “I am twenty years of age and in truth, I wish to speak to you of matters of the heart. Let us sit beside the fire.” Jason held my chair to steady it while I sat and then sat in the other.“Miranda, I have longed to speak with you—heart.