She quickly hid her face on my shoulder, her eyes evading my every glance. I held her from her back and tightened my grip on her, crushing her tender ...breasts hard on my chest. I could hear a soft sigh from inside her. I stroked her hair for a few moments; quite aware of the delicate situation she was in. I moved her away from me and again placed my lips on hers. This time it was a real passionate one. I could now feel her tongue with mine. Her hands slowly rising from my back to my head, her. Without a word, she lifted her hands to her neck and beganto undo the buttons of her blouse. Mesmerized and frozen withexcitement, I watched her while she watched me, never taking her eyesaway from mine, as if looking for approval or instructions. Shelifted the bottom of the blouse out of her skirt and pulled it off.It dropped to the floor at her feet, forgotten. She reached behindher back and undid the button and zipper that held her skirt. Thatalso fell to the floor, and she stepped out. She stared out into space, never blinking. Soon her eyes started to water, and tears streamed down her face. Her hand that had pressed the button stayed on the side of the helmet for about five minutes, until she slowly lowered it to her side.Dahra was alarmed by this, but didn't want to interfere with the resonator's operation, so she just sat and watched.After about twenty minutes, Dahra, having gotten tired of watching Lissa stare off into space, quietly got up and walked away from her,. The rest was ME! Was there no end to this silk thing? Were we silk fetishists? Perhaps. She was right about silk though. It was addictive for sure. I didn't want to give ANY of it up now, even the bra. I rather liked the effect of the extra fat on my chest. It made my bra look really authentic and my gowns were beginning to 'drape' a little at the front even without my bra. One thing I noticed right away was that the bra kept my nipples from getting irritated at home and made me wonder.