.. but in a tender, erotic, even respectful way, totally unlike any guy who had ever treated my breasts like two bouncing basketballs."Oh yes, Jasmine..., suck on my titties," I encouraged, enjoying her tender attention. While she continued, I reached around awkwardly and unclasped her bra, tossing it on the floor.She lavished my breasts with love for a few minutes before I decided I just couldn't wait any longer to have her. I playfully but aggressively pushed her onto her back and sucked on her. I can feel myself become wet, even though you have not spread them yet. You lean in and kiss me. ‘Is this what you need?’ you ask. I bite my lip and respond by nodding my head. You spread my pussy lips with your fingers and find my clit. At first, you tease me by just tapping the tip lightly and then you pinch the fullness of it between your thumb and index finger. I moan, the feeling is exquisite. You pinch again, pulsing and fast, fast and slow. My eyes roll back. The waves of pleasure. "My day sucked, mom." he says, trying to laugh a little bit. My son always did this, he would always try to make things seem like they weren't as a big of a deal as they actually were."Oh my god! Who did this?" I ask, checking my son to see if there are bruises."John, again." he says. "It's fine though! We were jus-" he says, before I interrupt him."No. Enough is enough." I tell him. "Your father and I will go talk to his parents about this. He's not going to keep getting away with this!" I. “We were up late, hanging out by the fire,” I explained. “Eating marshmallows and trout.”“Mm! That sounds delicious. Something I should serve at the restaurant!” she teased.“You never know,” I deadpanned. “Might be a hit.”Melissa sniffed in my direction as I sat down at the table near her. “You should sit upwind of the fire next time. Your clothes could set off a smoke detector!”I chuckled, but also breathed a sigh of relief that campfire smoke was all that she smelled.“So did you catch a lot.