posted by sooyup
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Courting days,
Looking back
When Emma Jane started to unfasten her blouse herself as soon as we were alone, I knew that she enjoyed having her tits felt as much as I enjoyed feeing them. For some reason, that came as a complete and very pleasant surprise to me. I had always assumed that resistance was hard-wired into a virgin’s psyche. Another surprise was that Emma was unhappy with her breasts. How could she be? To me, they were the most beautiful things I could imagine. But no matter how often I told her this, insisting that anything more than a handful would be wasted, she would often look down at them wistfully and say, “I wish they were bigger for you.” And I would say the equivalent of, “Watch my lips. I love them just the way they are.” Only once do I remember getting annoyed, and saying that I would take her to the nearest garage and pump some air into them, if I could get the dust-caps off!
When Emma Jane started to unfasten her blouse herself as soon as we were alone, I knew that she enjoyed having her tits felt as much as I enjoyed feeing them. For some reason, that came as a complete and very pleasant surprise to me. I had always assumed that resistance was hard-wired into a virgin’s psyche. Another surprise was that Emma was unhappy with her breasts. How could she be? To me, they were the most beautiful things I could imagine. But no matter how often I told her this, insisting that anything more than a handful would be wasted, she would often look down at them wistfully and say, “I wish they were bigger for you.” And I would say the equivalent of, “Watch my lips. I love them just the way they are.” Only once do I remember getting annoyed, and saying that I would take her to the nearest garage and pump some air into them, if I could get the dust-caps off!
