.And the next...- - - - - - - There was the sound of breathing. Deep breaths. Not hers. She opened her eyes. It was her son, Gregory, lying close ...eside her, propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. His free hand caressed her breasts. Her back arched, pressing her sensitive nipple against the palm of his hand. It felt wonderful.They locked eyes in the dimness, their breathing settling into synchrony. She knew that he would have questions. He would be wondering what to do next. . But strangely, the fact that her body was so small actually made her flat chest very sexy. I wanted to tickle her little pink points and made her shiver. In fact, everything about her was turning me on. Her shyness and innocence made me almost want to dominate her a little bit. She was very ... how do I say this ... she was very ... molestable? No, that sounds too creepy.I waited for her to finish eating before I spoke to her. “It’s good, isn’t it?” She nodded, but still looked fearful. “Tell. "You know, Nick, I thought that cutting letters out of newspapers and magazines had gone out of style when home computers and printers were invented. There's something a little freaky about this cut and paste job."Nick snorted in agreement. "We got ourselves an old fashioned type of guy or else he's been watching way too many old movies."The words had been glued to the page by Elmer's glue, something that could be picked up at any discount store around. The words themselves were a taunt."Don't. Miranda came down, saying she wanted to get a drink out of the kitchen. I could not help but stare at her little ass walking across the living room, through the dining room, and imagine her walking into the kitchen.She was gone a bit, and then coming back in, sat down on the love seat. I was chilling on the couch, watching a movie. Looking at me, she asked what I was watching. We got into talking about the movie, and then out of the blue, Miranda shocked me with a question I was not.