The momentum of these tits nearly carried me over the edge. I was going to have to be careful moving them around. With one arm holding them up, I grab...bed a tissue and held it over the needle mark. Slowly I stood up. I was wearing surgical support stockings. Thick white ones that held my legs firm. I carefully walked over to a mirror by the sink, to get a look at myself.As I stood there, I was amazed by the sight. The simple hospital gown could not hide the large chest. Chest? My chest. That. With all these thoughts running rampant like a herd of elephants the man is on autopilot. Subconsciously, he has driven to a secluded spot at a nearby park.He knows of it because he and Rita had come here during their youth to get away from everyone. She was a beauty and he remembers running his hands over her skin, sucking on her round breasts while her long hair fell around her head. Even after having Candace, Rita had gotten her trim figure back. Since then, age has only added some curvature. "My people ... touch each other like that ... like you did ... but only sometimes. Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am not married to you, so my people would say that letting you touch me is wrong. But I want to feel that ... like before." She lowered her eyes. "It made me feel ... good."Badger Claw thought about that. "I say this," he said. "I won you in a fight. My people would say I own you, and that you have to do as I say. This is our way. With my people, when a man and. For a few seconds, I was afraid of what would she think. And as I was thinking the car had to make a few more turns like that. I enjoyed touching her hip with my elbow, even though I was afraid on the other side.To my surprise, she didn’t react. She knew her hip was getting rubbed by my elbow. This excited me more. I felt like she was enjoying that. So, whenever the car even made a slight turn to the left (she was sitting right to me), I took that opportunity to feel my mami’s bare hip with my.