No bra, just fresh, firm, hard breasts. “Kristina…” I started. “I saw you looking at them,” she said. Silence. Her bright red nipples were ...ard. “I wanted you to see them,” she said. “I’m a 36, you know.” Giggling, “All the boys try and guess.” “Wow. Um, I could get in serious trouble here…” “Oh come on, teach, I saw you looking. Staring.” Then she cupped her right breast while pointing at the bulge in my jeans. “I know you like me. And I can tell you like them. Don’t you want to touch. ’ ‘Jimmy, you’re very sweet,’ Karen replied softly. ‘I understand that. Take your time, and I promise to commit to you.’ I kissed her lips, gently. She responded in kind. I parted my lips slightly, and she pressed hers more firmly against mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I twined my own tongue with it. We held the kiss until we had to break it to breathe. I moved my lips down to her neck, giving her soft little love-nibbles and tender kisses. Karen let out an almost inaudible moan.. ”“That problem with her dad really hit home. Speaking of which, what’s going on with Carla?”“Gwen and I are supposed to talk tomorrow. She filed the motions last week. It’s really a question of how Carla responds. If she truly believes that I’m the father, and there aren’t any other possibilities, then she’s not just going to give up. But as I’ve said for the past month, something just doesn’t add up.”“Do you think it’s still possible that you’re the father?” Kara asked.“The DNA test says no,. I fix her another vodka tonic with some Stoli from the freezer and offer it to her as she emerges from the bathroom. She tells me you don't need to get me drunk to get me in bed. After the moment of awe passed over me I embraced her and kissed her neck, along her chin, to her lips. She leaned back against the wall, and we furiously, passionately, made out for what seemed to be an eternity. We moved to the c couch where she pulled off here top, unzipped my pants and began going down on me. It.