She assured me that it was required for just a fewdays until the swelling went down and to let the wounds tocontinue to heal.Claire joined me before l...ong and we spent another long daychatting and watching TV. Time was beginning to drag and Iapologised to Claire that she had to spend a week of herleave in such a boring fashion. She again told me not toworry about it. I knew she was keen to see my new breastsand she dropped hints accordingly. I smiled and firmly toldher that she could see them in. At the point that I sat down to take stock, I realised what had prompted this soul-searching: it was nearly three months since a man had had his hand, or anything else, between my legs.All this was in my mind when I met Sue, my sister, for our monthly lunch. Sue is three years my senior, married to Robin, a successful banker, big house in the country, mortgage paid, two children, both off her hands. Every fourth Saturday, while Robin plays golf, Sue and I have lunch together. As children, we. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel it. He helped her then, almost nonchalantly for he, as much as she, knew what was about to happen.His pants unbuttoned now, she didn’t bother lowering them, simply reached in for her prize. She pulled him out, he was not yet fully erect but that was what she wanted. She pushed him back slightly and slid off the edge of the bed to her knees on the floor in front of him. She took him in her mouth. Sucked him right down to the base in one fluid motion. She. " Try this," I order, pulling my panties up between my lips so only the outer ones show. I release my hold a bit, then pull them up again, moving my hips to match the rhythm. She obliges and pulls on her panties until her tiny lips are visible to me. She is not shaved, but not overly hairy, just a few soft curls covering her outer lips. The centre of her panties immediately give away her wetness. "Keep looking at them, see how she's licking the other girl's clit. That looks good right?" I ask,.