He did not have the courage to try anything further afraid of being rejected. Now the two of us listening surely had something on our minds as to what...we would attempt the next time we were alone with her. But some things don’t work out quite the way you plan them. It was a hot humid day in early July, all four of us were down at the pond fishing but no fish were biting that day. Bored we sat under an old elm tree that overhung the still waters, not a ripple to be seen, not a breath of air. I was unpacking my bags when Vickie came into the bedroom."Why did you do that?" Why did I do what?" Bring those filthy books back into this house." You forgot something Vickie. Those are my magazines, not yours, and you don't throw away my stuff without talking to me first." I won't have that garbage in my house Burt." It is my house too Vick and I will have what I want in it. And we might as well get this over with now. I wasn't going to say anything and just hope that it would go away, but. I tied the string below my tits and it gathered them tightly together creating a deep cleavage. I tied the matching thong around my waist. When I walked out in the room, Glen was standing at the wet bar sipping a drink. He looked at me and smiled."Very nice. Very nice indeed." Then he whistled. I felt good, I didn't know why, but I did. It made me feel better knowing Glen approved. I walked up and stood next to him. He put his glass down and lifted my chin with his finger. His eyes met mine. He. " "You have been missing a sexual thrill. Why don't you try callling them tits." "Oh no I couldnt do that." After a bit more back and forth June did finally say "when my tits were full of milk I loved getting my nipples sucked." "Did Rod ever suck your nipples after squeezing them?" "Oh that is private information." "June you and I have shared much more private information and are doing so now, so dont be coy tellme." "No Rod never sucked my nipples." Now June time for you to get a bit more.