He did not move till the girls had left. I, not having ever seen bare tits was curious I walked over to the oldest and said “Those are pretty can I...touch them.” She nodded yes... I reached out and put my hand on her left breast. It was so soft and so nicely rounded, the dark spot atop the brown circles began to stand up. I touched it, she asked if I wanted to put it in my mouth. My answer was to suck it right in my mouth I rolled it around and felt and odd sensation in my groin, my little me. I knew why I was single, if I had someone in my life that I was serious about, I wouldn't be doing any of these things.I kept teasing them for a few by lifting and playing with my breasts to putting my arm between them, which was always a big hit. The moment the hour had passed, I told them all that I had other things to do. I quickly signed off and promised more time for the ones that asked for it at a later date."Finally," I said as I sat back in my chair. I felt exhausted, even though I had. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. . I’m back, Em. I’ll live. I promise.”My sister stroked my forehead and hair. I looked up at her in the dimly lit room and saw her breasts a few inches from my face. I grimaced as tumescence fought with my catheter.“Do you need something more for pain?” she asked. “The nurse said she’d bring something when you needed it.”“No. It’s okay. Just uncomfortable.”“Someone needs to wash your hair tomorrow. What a greasy mess.”“How long?”“Your hair? Below your ears, like usual. They didn’t have to cut.