. she appeared to me at an even earlier stage of self consciousness than the one you carried when we first met... I suspect that she is probably not e...ven aware of her full potential yet... I can detect that she has layers of sexual depth... most probably untapped yet.. ones that only a patient and careful partner could help her unleash... and my sense of repressed sexual fire is seldom wrong... with time I grew convinced that this girl was a sleeping volcano... my most basic urge was to be. She didn't get pregnant, and actually ended up tragically dying before we tried again. So now I had an additional worry of what if the mother dies? Another year or two went by and I found another situation that I thought maybe I would feel comfortable with. A married couple that had male factor infertility was wanting a donor and not planning to ever tell anyone that a donor was used, not even the c***d. I reasoned to myself that no one would ever know, I'd have no reason to feel guilt towards. “Sorry about that’, muttered Wendy, “We were just about there when you came in”.“That’s ok”, said Betty. “Actually, that’s cool”, said LindaWendy took the thong and asked Linda” Who’s is it ?”.“You forget who does the laundry in this house”, answered Sheila seriously. After a few seconds of silence, all four women broke into wild laughter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The two young girls went to Linda’s room while. They were only the second pair of breasts that I had ever seen for real but they were certainly the best pair. They were about the same size as mom’s breasts but they looked like they stood up better. They must have been firmer. I made a mental note to compare them some time. Mom’s nipples were a little bigger and darker too. Aunt Rita let me look at her breasts for quite awhile. When I reached out to touch her she actually stepped forward for me. They were everything that I had hoped that they.