I nodded my approval, and with that she slowly let herself pull the tie undone. She loosened the waistband and slipped both hands under, looked at me,...then moved her hands further in. She did the same under her shirt, lifting it slightly to show off her belly, swooping hands across her breasts and neck. How I wanted my own hands under that shirt… She took off the sweatpants, inch by inch. When her legs were fully revealed, she sat cross-legged and graced her fingers across her thighs, squeezed. Mom was so going to have a fit.The boob was much bigger than I was used to and IT WAS MINE ON MY CHESTFLAILING AROUND WHAT THE HELL WHY DID I HAVE BOOBS and so proved quite achallenge to tame, the straps digger into my shoulder, pleasantsquishiness all round, and the right boob making its bid for freedom.I did grope myself, somewhat, but when I'd succeeded in flailing bothtits out of my bra I looked to Rachel for help.Leaning over the balcony, she was musing delightedly to herself. "So,that. ." He looked at her helplessly. Then he kneeled so his eyes were level with hers. "I wasn't just saying it when I told you I love you. I never felt like this about ANYBODY, much less a girl. When I think of you not being there I actually hurt inside."He looked at her hopefully. To his dismay she only said "Go on."Now he got up and paced again. "I don't know WHAT to do. When we're together I get all ... swelled up inside or something."She smiled. "The last time I saw you swelled up it was on the. Allegra playing the provocateur with sneaky splashes that demanded firm action. This gave me an excuse to lift her off her feet and drop her down into the water. Allegra surfaced, laughing, spluttering and cursing me in Italian. I did what any man should do in that situation and reached my neck forward to kiss her on the lips. It would stop the curses at any rate. She would likely slap me a few more times before she submitted, but her objective was clear enough. No slap came. Our lips, our.