I looked at her and said, “No.”She stormed out of the kitchen, and upstairs to our room. About ten minutes later she came downstairs holding an ov...rnight bag. Told me she needed some time away from me, and if I needed her, she’d be at her sister’s house. She told me where she was going for one reason, and one reason only, so later that evening I could go over there and beg her to come home. And like a sap I probably would. See it is easier to be in a relationship that lacks passion then it is. Her hands moved up to her breasts. Cupping them. Loving how they were so full they spilled out of her palms. She squeezed them gently then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Loving the zing of pleasure that shot straight down to her core. Her nipples pebbled into tight little buds. So sensitive. She increased the pressure of her fingers. The mix of pain pleasure so intense. Her one hand travelled down to waist. Then further to her mound. She stroked herself a little. Loving. The butterfly was huge, covering all of Hazel’s stomach, the wings starting just under her breasts and going down onto the top of her thighs, covering her stomach from side to side and extending round her sides. The head of the butterfly was showing just above the gap between her breasts, and the thick antennae swooped up onto her collar bones. The black body reached down onto her mons. Most of the outline looked to be complete. “How are we doing for time?” asked Mitsumi. “We have come to help. I mean, you were wearing the hell out of the bottoms, but that top…” she snickered and shook her head at the memory. “Sorry, sorry. It was just too funny seeing you in it since there was nothing for you to fill it out with.” “Yes, thank you for the reminder, mother.” I went back to pushing my cereal around. “Oh please.” she said, then gave the top of my head another peck. “You’ve still got a killer ass. Besides, you’re young yet. Once you’re an adult you can do something about those boobs you.