Now I lifted her in my arms to take my love to her own bedroom. I laid her gently on the white bedspread. She looked like a beautiful rose on a white ...lant. I made her lie down on her back while I got my pants loose. I climbed on top of her carefully, not to put on my whole weight on her.My legs touched hers, thighs to thighs, belly to belly and chest to her lush breasts. Again our mouths sealed to each other like a seal as I swallowed lots of her saliva. I began undressing her now. Carefully. “Hey. How is it going with the bike, are you managing?” “Sure, almost done now.” Alright, then. He definitely did not strike me as a motorcycle enthusiast. More like a priest or something. And you know what – half an hour later, when I was on the verge of a micro-orgasm while greedily pushing Rae’s expertly made Eaton Mess into my mouth, it turned out that I was right. He was not yet a priest, but that was what he was intending to become. “It’s his parents, really.” Rae explained while. Tits! They way they rose and fell with his breathing,jutting out into the world as a signal of his sex, weighing him down intofeminity."The implants were straightforward enough - the highest quality of course- even an expert 'boob man,' if you will excuse the expression, would beunable to tell. For the nipples we used a clever acid which lightlyburnsthe skin and not only discolours it to the exact shade you see here, italso gently mottles the skin to the texture of the female aureole. Thesame. I had toaccept that I didn't want to lose her again. I wanted her to be part ofmy life forever, whatever the cost. Somewhere west of Wallace heading for Spokane Moll's and I were cuddledup together on the bus. She was asleep with her head in my lap. I dugout the engagement ring from my purse where I had been keeping it eversince our breakup. I held it up and turned it over and over in myfingers as I tried to figure out what I was thinking. My mind turned tomush until I got a headache from over.