I meaningfully stared passionately into his lovely eyes, he also kept his eyes on me, and sometimes he smiled while looking at me but nothing more tha...n that. Days passed us by.On different occasions Prem approached me with small gifts for the children, and me these I accepted with grate thanks. Each time he came to us he made up some business reason. He brought special gifts like chocolates for my children and so on for me perfume, body lotion. I started to hug him lightly whenever he returned. Restingher head on my shoulder I noticed that we were almost the same heightnow, five foot six inches. I had lost four inches in just days."Rachel, we can't even make love anymore," I said sadly.She looked in the mirror at me before replying. "I wouldn't be so sureabout that. Granted you won't have a penis to put in me but girls canmake love to each other you know." She ran her fingertips up my torsoto my developing breasts and lightly circled the nipples. I gaspedlightly and my head drooped to. He got the message and yanked them off, his cock springing free and rocking slightly, twitching in time with his pulse. She smiled a cat-ate-the-canary grin and went to work kissing his neck, his chest—hard bites on his nipples that made him yelp and arch his back—his stomach, his hips, his pubes, his thighs. The teasing was excruciating and exquisite. Her juices dried on his face, the smell caught in his nose, refreshing his eros with every breath. Her tongue lapped eagerly at his balls like a. Any 14 year old boy would be. It seemed to me to be the most feminine place on earth, rivaled only by my own mother’s bedroom. Both are single mothers now, and their bedrooms are full of pink and pastel, cushiony furniture with soft dainty pillows and lavish vanities piled with girly make-up and stuff. But why was all the lingerie strewn about the room? Stockings and lacy garments covered the furniture and hung about the room.Being naked in front of Mom and Aunt Jane didn’t help either. Not.