I was breathing heavily now as I moved across to her right breast and took it fully in my hand, just cupping it at first and then gently squeezing it.... I felt her nipple stiffen against my palm and started to lightly tease it. I moved to her left breast and repeated the process. I was gagging to lift her top all the way up and suck and nibble on her nipples, now sticking out half-an-inch, but there was no way I’d get away with that. This was amazing, the best night of my life. So wrong, so. "Your breasts. They'll grow. They'll be beautiful. They're beautiful already." Um, really? Do you think they'll ever be as nice as yours?" Mindy, what a sweet thing to say. To be honest, I think your breasts are prettier than mine, just as they are. That's a matter of taste, of course. Now open up, I need to take your temperature."She left the room while I held the thermometer under my tongue, thinking about what she said. She was so nice, to say my little boobies were prettier than hers. As. Our new living arrangements had been in effect for around three weeks when Rick had five or six of his friends over to watch a football game on our 60 in screen in the rec room. Joel hadnt been able to come home the prior weekend which meant no sex for me for at least three more days. For the last few years as the kids had grown and I had more time to myself I seemed to have an increased need of sex. After being celibate for almost two weeks every idle moment found me day dreaming of sex in. Then I glanced down to the bottom of the distorted image I got through the peephole and I knew that, indeed, this was Mistress Serena. There was no mistaking the highly polished pointed toes of the boots that she had described over the phone. I licked my glistening red lips as my eyes followed the crisscrossed laces up from where the toe leather made almost a right angle to an almost vertical instep to where the laces disappeared under the long leather coat. "Just a minute," I said as I hurried.