…...The next morning…..waking up I could still feel the sticky residue of cum on my cock, the light of the morning was just streaming through the window. Looking over at Marie, her eyes were closed, my eyes roamed lower and I noticed areas of her shirt were stuck to her body where my cum had dried to her skin.

I still remember the feelings going through me that morning, watching her sides rise and fall with each breath, my hand shaking as I raised it up, grazing my fingertips across her body with the softest of touches afraid of waking her. My fingers tracing over the spots full of dried cum, feeling the fabric changing from spot to spot.

Suddenly I found my finger raising up the mound of her breast, I felt like I was out of my body, a budding teenager and I had felt the softness of a natural breast against my bare hand, I ached for more.

The thought of returning to JCPENNY catalogues and my imagination seemed boring and dreadful.

My finger stopped as I felt a bump, I felt the change as her nipple started to perk up, more