Rebecca took the soft, strappy item and gently drew the straps up over each shoulder. With unconscious grace, the small hands cupped the petite breas...ts into the soft cotton cups of the dainty white cotton training brassiere. As Rebecca's hands sought the clips in back, the small bra'ed pair of buds were thrust forward. Rebecca's bra size had reached it's maturity-- 32A. Many tears had been shed over the petite, perky pair over the last few months-- too many perhaps given the final product. . If they would follow, I would go today. But, to what?I reassured myself as I entered my home that I belonged here with these two beautiful women. They were lolling about in the den playing with my three-year-old son. They were three pictures of health and love as I spoke," I'm home." We heard you before you turned into the drive. We know your home, and we now know you've been with another woman. Her scent is still on you, and maybe you should have changed shirts before you came in. The buttons. She never responded to words she came near my head and kissed me which is itself a positive sign, I found her nose so sharp with nose piercing on it . I kissed her nose, I then hugged her tightly and lifted her hand upwards and without my knowledge, I was sniffing her armpits, yeah she was enjoying with her eyes closed,I never knew how bad I was, without much knowledge, I was sniffing her hard oh my god I just had the view she was enjoying and murmuring closing her eyes.I just tried a trick I. Well, at least you didn’t get the whole show” I said with a laugh. “You know, I just look at those pictures as a visual aid of sorts. I don’t mean any disrespect by it. I certainly don’t disrespect those women. I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” “No, it’s fine – I’m not embarrassed. And I know you don’t disrespect women. I know how you treat Samantha. I guess I’m just…well…” she trailed off and didn’t finish. “What? You guess you’re just…what?” I liked where this conversation was going – and.