She gasps at my cool touch. " You like that?" She thought about it for a moment. " Y-yes, John." She is too turned on to lie. I suddenly begin kissing...her neck from behind, a slow chain of kisses that went from her collarbone to her jawline. She moans, as my hand grasps her neck, while the other slips down her stomach to her groin. I pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to the cold air. My warm hand travels up her stomach and cups her breast. She shivers,. I let Dave in and tell him to shut his eyes and flick the lights Jean comes in the room and stands in front of Dave, I tell him to open his eyes when he does they nearly pop out of his head.Jean become our waitress and gets us some drinks, Dave goes to the toilet while he’s away I tell Jean to take off the thong, Dave comes back and Jean gets us a refill coming back without the thong, I go to the toilet, Dave does not make a move so the next time Jean gets us drinks I tell him he’d better make. I wasstill reeling from his death. My son is the only memory of him left.I knew these memories weren't mine. But the baby in my arms was somehowre-assuring me that they were. This baby has some sort of supernaturalpowers. There's no other way to explain it. I want to fight it. But mymotherly instincts are way too powerful. I am completely in my sonspower. I am his mother after all. I have to protect him.Suddenly my baby boy started crying again. This time it soundeddifferent. It was a cry of. She explained that, because his pectoral muscles werestill short, he would have plenty of natural support. What she did do wasto make him wear pale pastel shirts that allowed his widening, deep pinknipples to show through. They would become firm and press out against thefabric of his shirts. After a few weeks of that she took him to thebeauty parlor to have red highlights added to his hair, which had gottenlonger. She also had it styled, not into anything overtly feminine, butenough to rob.