She had no objections. She asked if I've ever had a girls breasts in my hand. I said, "Only from the outside... never as close as this." Then she said... "Then you've never seen or touched a girls naked breasts?"Again from me, "No."It only took seconds for her to sit up, discard her bikini top, then cuddle back up to me in the same position, only this time she put her hand down the waistband of my trunks and grabbed my dick! She said, "Now you can see them, touch them, and do whatever you want. “Get behind me, Ryan.”“The barrier,” one of her sisters crowed, “we are exposed!”From the darkness appeared a light, growing more brilliant as Ryan watched. When it came into focus, he realized that it was a humanoid figure. He was unnaturally tall and broad-shouldered, marching across the grass as if he wasn’t even touching the ground. He was encased in some kind of glowing armor, and even his flowing mane of blonde hair seemed to radiate light. He was beautiful, for lack of a better word,. It wasn’t very long after they moved in that I noticed that Barbara used to hide in different nooks around the house. Her favorite place was behind a big high backed stuffed chair caddy-cornered in the corner of our living room, which was on the second floor. You could crawl into the tunnel between the arched arms of the chair and a big stuffed matching couch that was next to it and then behind the chair to where there was a cozy little spot in the corner of the room.Of course, when I realized. Now Jan is a very big girl. Several years ago there was an advice guru that cautioned women on who should and who shouldn’t go braless. The defining test was, to place a pencil under your breast and walk forward without it falling out. If it did not fall out you should not go braless. Jan could, and did, put a can of hair spray under her boobs and it didn’t fall when she walked. As I stated earlier, I am more into the petit figure. Perhaps I was afraid if Kim liked Dave, I might get stuck with.