He feasted on them, devouring the perfection of their curves, the saucy uptilt of her stiffened little nipples, the melonlike firmness of the mounds o... milky white flesh.Slowly, she brought her free hand up and let her fingers slightly caress the underside of one thrusting, snowy hillock, emphasizing the gentle fullness of the well-developed tit."Gawd, they're beautiful," Sal managed to mutter. He stared at them as though he'd never seen a woman's naked boobs before."My breasts weren't nearly. She closed her eyes, and without saying a word, kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her lips were soft and creamy and again tasted faintly of strawberries. We separated momentarily, remembering to breathe once again, then slipped into another kiss. Her arms clenched, and heat suddenly poured into the kiss as I felt her mouth open against mine and the tips of our tongues met for only the second time. I felt more than heard her moan softly, and I heard myself growl as sensations I had scarcely. ’ ‘I’d like to do either to you, Clare.’ ‘I know, Andrew but while you were away and after Pieter left, I still had my hairbrush.’ You be careful with the hairbrush handle.’ ‘I will. I you don’t want to look like a total fuck bunny.’ ‘Or a stuck bunny.’ ‘Maybe you do,’ she giggled perversely. ‘You know, when I get home, I’m going to look in the cupboard for my fancy dress Easter bunny ears.’ ‘Hey, I’ve just realised. We wrote a poem.’ ‘We did?’ ‘Yes, I’ll have to remember to write it down. Eschewing too much stimulation was something he had in common with an autistic person. But he wasn’t autistic. Physical contact wasn’t painful or distasteful to him. And he was perfectly capable of empathy, especially when someone was in pain and misery. He understood pain and misery only too well. So while his reaction to Mindy’s frustration and tears was the exact opposite of what his parents (and many other people) might have expected, it wasn’t actually unusual at all. Not for Bobby.He got.