I had tits.With a shaking hand I reached up and grabbed one. A gasp escaped mylips. They were big and they were heavy and they were - ah - so fuckings...nsitive. How did girls manage these?The cold had set my nipples painfully stiff. Without thinking I slippeda hand under my top to massage one, my delicate ruby-tipped fingersgroping, squeezing and rolling as my hand lifted and groped. I moanedsoftly at the gooey warmth washing through me. It was like removingstiff shoes after a long day and. "I can hear the 'but' that you refuse to say.Just be truthful with me Lee." Cynthia said no more, waiting. "But," Leesaid finally, with great resignation. He couldn't believe it was going tohappen, but he was going to come clean to his mother. "But, there issomething about women's clothes which is so much more fascinating thanmen's. Men's clothes aren't made to feel good when you put them on. Theyjust sit there. Women's do feel good. The shoes are cool, I mean, heelsare impractical, but they. I was running whenever possible to reach early. As I was nearing home, my whole body was excited with anticipation and arousal. As I reached home, I knocked on the door quickly.After a few seconds, my mom opened the door. She seemed fresh and must have tidied her hair. She smiled and walked inside without waiting as I entered. I quickly removed the shoes, threw the socks, and rushed inside. As I entered the inside room, she was not there.I rushed into the kitchen. She was at the stove and was. I know the risks but hope your marriage is long and happy." I shook his hand and Jane gave him a hug. We thanked him and left for Wally World.We picked out a few more outfits for Jane's camping wear and some minor things that I needed generally. I went over to the sporting area and purchased more ammunition for the guns I owned. I didn't know if I would need any extra ammunition but it was better to have it and not need it rather than need it and not have it. They had plenty and I stocked up.