“OK, guys”, Melinda announced, as her hands went behind her, “who wants to see my tits?”. Loud sounds of YES, and she released her white bra,...to proudly present to us a glorious pair of breasts. “I had them done last year”, she told us, “I just love them, do you want to feel them?”, My hands were the first to feel the fullness and firmness of them, and to stroke her nipples. Melinda groaned as I did that, saying that they were so, so sensitive. I moved away to let the other guys do the same,. Now a mere mention of berries or hunting, let alone Lawrence's name, shook her as only the worst disasters had once. The rustling of her parents bed in the night woke her to lie blushing and longing in the dark. This day..."Say, do you want more eggs? toast?" Toast, if I might. Go on with the story." This day Aurora escaped early with two large pails for berries. She was thinking of Lawrence, and of her feelings, when she heard a bull bellow. She dropped her pails and climbed a tree. An angry. Here is Misha’s story. To read about Misha and Froo please read the companion story Taking the Risk Chapter’s 1-21 under Novels and Novella’s. * John sat next to Misha as they drank their coffee in the Rockefeller Centre, watching the world go by. ‘So you think there is something deep in her past that causes her to be so insecure? To use the drink and drugs as a coping mechanism?’ ‘Yeah. When we talk about her past she clams up about when she was young. I know she felt inferior to her peers. But now she wasn’t so sure. She met Nick online, on one of those dating sites, and they had met a few times and she was definitely attracted to him and the feeling appeared to be mutual.As she was new to dating once again, having taken about a year off, she wanted to move slowly, not interested in just jumping in the sack. First, she wasn’t on the pill and getting pregnant at 37 was the last thing she wanted to deal with. Second, by her calculations, August was the month that made her a virgin.