‘Cheyenne Young. My but you’re growing up.’ ‘I go to college in the fall. Come talk to me,’ she said taking my hand. She led the way, first... to the bar to refresh our drinks where she got a rum and coke and I got a light Scotch and water, and then to the far corner of the back yard where we sat on a bench under a magnolia tree. I sat facing the house and her. As Cheyenne and I talked, she batted her eyelashes and gave me plenty of looks down her cleavage. She kept her firm thigh pressed against. “Diana requires your insight on something. Would you be kind enough to give it to her?” I asked Terri. “If it pleases you, Sir,” she smiled as she answered and turned to look to Diana. Diana looked at me for an instant, not certain that she was comfortable enough to ask Terri her question. Curiosity got the best of her and she asked, “Would you think it boring if Gil had you kneel before him, and not allow you to suck his cock?” Diana felt her pussy tighten as the words left her mouth.. Again I looked at Lena and she looked into my eyes and we were just kissing. Soft gentle kisses, but so sweet. It was like an addiction I couldn't stop kissing her. My hardon pressed into her and it felt like heaven. My mind flew and thought of her tits and her thighs, cousin Lena is slim but so taut, rounded with smooth, silky skin.It was almost by accident, we were kissing her arms so tight around my neck that my hand slid down the curve of her back and accidently brushed her butt at the top.. Bunty admitted that he had an eye on my breasts from the very beginning . I wasn’t surprised . I had noticed him stare at my breasts a few times earlier but never took note of bunty seriously . He was just one among the many men who cared to give my breasts a second look . Day by day he began getting bolder , and we began talking more openly. In some corner of my heart i too was enjoying him as i had got a caring and loving friend.As he became more frank with me he admitted being a breast lover.