I feel your right hand seeking mine, closing over on top of it. And then you slowly but deliberately press my hand upward, until it is gently claspi...ng your breast. We sit like that, watching the last dying moments of the day. Your bottom molded to my lap, your back pressing into my chest, your shoulder supporting my chin, your hair pressing against my cheek. And your lovely breast filling the palm of my hand, with your fingers closed over mine. A tender gesture of contentment,. She smiles big, “Jason, what are you doing here?” She hugs me tight and says it is good to see me. “You have really grown up into quite a man.” Being much shorter than me I am able to smell her hair as her head is just below my chin. Gosh it smells sweet and clean and her breasts are hard against my chest. “I am serving as Altar Server for the funeral. Mom and Dad thought it to be a good idea because of being such close friends with the family.” “Great. I will be setting up the altar while. Tom was finishing up some work on the sofa when he heard Ann's car in the garage. But then heard voices and in walked Marie, Cindy, Lisa, and Ann. They were all a bit tipsy and, as tipsy people sometimes do, they were trying to be very serious.Each of them took turns trying to lay out the situation that Tom already understood perfectly well. He had not forgotten his fantasy of fucking all of his wife's best friends. And enjoying their sweet mother's milk. But he played coy. He wanted the girls. The case is, there wasn’t anyone home… But me. His name is Adam, and to be honest he is really attractive. He always wears suits. I like suits. They turn me on.I’ve always thought there’s something odd about him. Something on the way he treats women; it isn’t the normal amount of respect. He gets really nervous when a woman walks in the room, but I didn’t pay much attention to that till that day. Silly me, how could I not realize how much he needed to give me the world in return for me letting.