So simple. Every home has at least one. A pair of pliers. I saw the day’s first look of horror well up in Meredith’s eyes as Leslie walked up to h...er. My partner ran a gentle hand under the left breast, stroking and then cupping it, flicking her thumb across the straining nipple. She lifted the pliers and Meredith said, ?No, please...? Very gently Les closed the cold iron jaws on the woman’s warm tit tip, then began a slow squeeze. Meredith could feel pressure but no pain. Yet. . Camille was about 37 years old married with no k**s, 5 foot six with shoulder lenght brown hair, blue eyes and with a slender tone figure with a olive type skin tone. Camille was dressed pretty casual with black jeans, converse and a shirt. Camille worked part time as a music teacher and performed as a lead singer in a band that mainly plays at pubs and events.As we were talking she was telling me about herself and how long she was singing for, she asked me if I was staying to see her perform. I'm so glad he came," Steph said.Trish smiled at me and I knew she was happy I was getting along with her twin. If only she knew how well we'd gotten along. "He never does laundry for me. He must like you or something, Steph," Trish laughed.We finished up the day stuffing every box Steph had and I started cleaning out the garage. Steph and I didn't say anything about our little session, and she acted like nothing happened. She did catch me staring at her ass again, and she bent over and pulled. "How are things with you?" As good as can be expected.I struggled for a moment; wanting to keep the conversation going without putting my foot in my mouth. I decided to stay on a safe subject."How do you like our new daughter -in-law?" She seems like a very nice girl. I like her." Doesn't it seem strange that what we had envisioned for her is entirely different than the reality of today?" Yes, but she seems happy and I guess, as parents, that's what we should be concentrating on." I guess.