We talked very little that night. Missy and I. We watched the stars blink on. We snuggled. We kissed some. I almost fell asleep with her wrapped, spooning in my arms gently snoring. I was so glad that I hadn’t. Only a few minutes after I roused her, her mom April said a very drunken “Helloooo boys and girls!!!” Missy acted like she just woke in the other lounge chair from under the blanket I tossed her. Greg was fucked up and had gone straight to bed. We helped “Ape face” to bed. A nick name that I gave April in High school. Missy wanted to strip her and her dad both before we tucked them in. I let her off by only taking off her moms clothes, including her bra. Leaving her in her in just her p**** underwear. She didn’t want to touch her dad and you know I didn’t. She fondled her moms small and nicely shaped c cup breasts, wishing that she herself had any b****, at all, sorrowfully. We both suckled on her moms n****** then settled the blankets around her. We spent some time saying goodnight. Making out. Whispering. I felt her small, only recently budding breasts a bit more and stopped myself short as she began to get aroused. Encouraging her self esteem when she spoke her disdain for her tiny t*** again. We slept in our separate rooms after a lot more kissing. We also talked and giggled about fooling around with her mom’s b****.
