She was also our size but built more like me then like Mary. We got up and went to Sarah’s room. Mary showed me her undies and told me to choose wha...ever I liked. My choice was a matching pink bra and bikini panties set. I slip into the panties and they fit like a glove. Mary helped me with the bra; she adjusted the straps and put it in its place. She looked at me and started to laugh but my look signaled her to stop. She said not to worry and pulled two “falsies” from another draw. She then. "Hurt?" Oh god!" Laura gasped."It's almost in."Laura nodded, frantically. "Push. Fuck me... Brenda, do it. Please!"It did hurt, but it also felt marvelously perverted and wildly stimulating, a wicked, forbidden act that carried a sharp electrical charge, scintillating and fiercely depraved. Laura gave her whole self over to it, pushing her pelvis forward to help the penetration of Brenda's hand, gulping and wheezing helplessly as she suddenly felt it pop into her. Now tears came to her eyes as. I almost wish I wasn't your father seeing you look as wonderful as that."With that, he put his arms round me, pulled me towards him, and gave me a lovely big hug, pressing me into his firm chest, and kissing the top of my head. I felt my tits press up against his shirt, and I wondered if he could feel my heart beating as I pressed myself against him."Hey, what's going on here?" I heard my mum ask. "You can't have her all to yourself you know, I want to see her too you know. I need a hug and a. You and he will run away and live happily ever after.“But what if he forgets me?”Mom rolled her eyes. “Do you think a human boy can forget you?”Steph closed her eyes and nodded. She’d be gone for years; how could he remember her?Mom’s extra warm hands brushed Steph’s sleep-tangled hair back. “Sweetie,” she said, “if you’re so worried, give him something special to remember you by.”Something special? Steph’s eyes popped open. Yes, she’d write him a letter. Tell him everything she dared. Then.