Wheels of Fortune
She turned her back to undress, and wouldn’t face me in the shower until I took her gently by the shoulders and turned her around. Her face pleaded with me not to look, but when I took her hands in mine and gently pulled them down to her sides, she hung her head and let them drop. Her left breast was full and beautiful, not too big, not too small. The right side of her chest held a loose flap of skin and a large, ugly scar. “Haven’t decided about an implant yet?” I asked. “No. It would help when I’m wearing clothes, I suppose, but won’t hide the scar,” she answered softly, “and I can just stick a breast form in my bra if I want to look symmetrical.” I bent and kissed the tip of her left breast, drawing a gasp from my shower-mate. I suckled it for a few moments and gently slipped a middle finger between her legs, seeking out her little bud, hidden in its fleshy hood. “Oh, God! It’s been so LONG!” she moaned, humping at my finger as it eased between the slippery lips of her pussy. On impulse, I switched sides and ran my tongue along her scar. Charlotte gave a startled cry and grabbed my hair, pulling me away from her chest. She was breathing wildly when I looked up at her face. “Did that hurt?” I asked, concerned. “NO!” She gasped, “It was just so, so, unexpected! It almost felt like my breast was still there!” ..[continue reading].. Read more sexy stories at XXXStories.Com |
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