He ran the empty silken cups across the sides of his face and then down to his lips before dropping to his hard man-nipples.He didn't don the bra as m...uch as he wanted to as he lacked the breasts to fill the cups so he wouldn't be able to feel the soft material against his skin and decided it would be a wasted effort. Grant then noticed and then felt the wet spot on the front of his silken undies, his cock was leaking pre-cum.He headed toward the old padded armchair that was next to the old. You couldn’t tell in the lack of lighting but I guided your hands so you could feel the silk blouse I was concealing and the braless nipples below it.“You’re so fucking hot!” you said gruffly. You pulled me in for a quick rough kiss and pushed me back again. You ripped my blouse open, causing the buttons to pop and scatter. A sober me would be upset tomorrow, but right now I didn’t care. Putting your mouth to my breast I cried out in pleasure. You switched to tend to my other nipple, and I. Sherecognised that was probably just panic. She felt really rather healthy,much fitter, in fact, than she had for ages. Than Derek had felt forages, at any rate.This sense of health and energy had been growing stronger since thismorning when it all began, she realised.However, she now lacked the physical strength she realised she had takenfor granted as a man. She had found it quite impossible to get the lidoff the jar of olives, for example, and she had to use a gadget (whichshe was relieved. To her surprise, Chelle suddenly felt hands on her own breasts, cupping the smaller but every bit real mounds that had risen out of the water during the examination of her friend. A shiver went through Chelle’s body that caught her off guard at the touch.“See, I like yours. You were blessed with good genetics, Chelle. The rest of us, the divorced mommies of the world have to make due with the generosity of our rich ex-husbands.” She grinned that freckled, blue eyed grin and then backed away.