She smiled and looked at my right hand.As I pinched her night nipple, she took hold of my right hand through her gown, with a moan and a wide smile.�...Did that hurt you, sweetheart?” I asked, having stopped pinching. She smiled and said,“No it did not, but it was like a shock at once. It is ok, keep feeling me”As I kept massaging her right boob, she looked at her boob, and her gown was moving in the rhythm.“You are doing great” she said as she smiled at me.The last piece of food was in her mouth,. It wasn't sexy negligee or anything but it did show off my 38C breasts.I shifted a little, and Mark freezes and stops touching himself. I am now on my side facing away from Mark. My deep steady breathing ensues and Mark feels comfortable lightly stroking himself again. His other hand happens to brush up against my backside and he realizes my nighty has ridden up and he just touched my bare arse. I think this is the first time he's touched any mature woman's arse.My breathing continues as steady. Gravity has had longer to work on hers. But she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?’ Pam grinned. ‘Since you’re identical, I can agree without fear of you hitting me.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘When she’s in Atlanta, we could go meet her and have a photo taken. The two of you side by side would be astonishing.’ ‘I don’t know about that.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘I’d be a little scared of meeting someone exactly like me. Wouldn’t you? But let me think about it.’ ‘So guys hit on you thinking they might score with a famous. “You’re excited about the idea, aren’t you?” he asks.“Well ... you kind of remind me of my dad.”“Oh? And how’s that?” he asks, curious to hear this.“You sort of resemble him, and he was always so kind to me,” she explains vaguely.“It sounds like you had a great home,” Robert says. “It doesn’t sound like a place you should have left.”“He kicked me out,” she says as if it were venom in his mouth.“Then he doesn’t sound at all nice,” he remarks, now really feeling invested in needing to know the.