Last but most importantly, though, was my first date with Lynette at the Valentine’s Dance.My next thought turned to a major source of teen angst, t...e dreaded ‘what to wear’ syndrome. Not surprisingly, I felt this rush of troublesome feelings as I debated between wearing my new blue jeans or my new khaki slacks. When I thought about wearing my new brown loafers at the dance, that solved the pants issue, khaki slacks. Then I thought white socks with those slacks and shoes wouldn’t look good, so. Breaking our kiss I fell back onto the bed beside her as she took off her glasses and put them on the night stand- “I guess we’re not watching TV!” I thought.I lay beside her on my side, her on her back. I rubbed her stomach gently and began to move my hand up her chest to between her breasts, and slid my hand across her nipples, feeling them harden under my palm. She arched her back and started to breath heavily, and complained that her legs were sore. I gladly agreed to rub them for her, and. I had a new car, I was set but I hadn't been in Georgia long and I was in a dry spell as far as pussy was concerned. I used to ride to work with a friend named JJ that had transferred from Pontiac MI to Atlanta GA as well but he didn't have a car. During his time at GM he had always had alcohol and d**g issues but he was a functional addict. He could work a job. He had settled in an apartment complex, didn't have much furniture and was continuing to blow his money. Anyway, one Friday. They were slowly filling with milk and my sister didn't want stretch marks there either so she'd gladly show her breast to me and allow me to apply the cocoa butter to them as well. She thought it was no big deal and to her it may not have been. To me it was a very big deal. The fact that it was my sister was no big deal but it being her breast that I was rubbing was beyond belief I couldn't even wrap my mind around it.I had helped my sister out so much and loved her child before she was even.