Even though she has her tits pressed against my chest, she hasn’t actually done anything sexual. She hasn’t touched my cock or even tried to kiss ...me, just snuggled up and went to sleep. There certainly isn’t any doubt that she was cold. Her nipples were like points of ice against my back, but dammit, they’re all warmed up now and the hard points are gone, just warm, firm titties pressed against my chest.This is the best chance, maybe the only chance, you’ll have to fuck for the rest of your. I could get my hands and mouth on those tits and suck away. And maybe that would be all, the next step in the progression. She sees my cum from jerking off one week, the next she lets me suck her tits, but only that, because she thinks she can’t go all the way with this. But all she thinks about afterwards, in the intervening week, is how she let this young boy suck her boobs, and she finds herself getting more and more agitated. Finds herself contemplating more. But it can’t, she thinks, it. It will just be more special now."His parents smiled and nodded. Jim's mother went into the kitchen to finish supper preparations and Karen and Marianne joined them. We guys talked sports a little. Jim's mother and father had met at Auburn and had season tickets. Jim lived in their condo while at school. He grinned. "I have to clean it up when Mom and Dad come for a game or a concert."We laughed and then were called to the table. After Jim's dad prayed, we dug in. The meal was great. Karen. “Maria, I want you to be happy. I want you to get married and give me lots of grandchildren. Why are you wasting time with that boy?”“Mama, he’s a nice boy. I feel safe with him. And I’m not ready to get married yet.”Maria obviously wasn’t going to tell her mother about the run-in with the girl gang. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, mulling over the fact that Mrs D’Angelou had only started to think me gay after looking at me. That had to be significant, but how?Maria appeared bearing.