HC/Blackmail strip Evelyn
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Current revision as of 23:54, 5 January 2016
You walk around to the front of the chair. The boy doesn't look up. You grin. Raising the end of the cape, you lift it away from Evelyn and duck under it. By kneeling on the footrest you can lie almost on top of your step-mother, your head level with those lovely breasts.
You start unbuttoning her shirt absently. To be honest you've always felt a bit jealous of Evelyn's bust. Who wouldn't? Not too big, not too small. Almost annoyingly perky. You open the shirt and reveal the modest black bra. It fastens at the front. You undo that too. Her pale white mounds pop into view, standing firm and proud on her chest. Nothing like your tiny B cups. The only consolation is that Charlotte's are still smaller than yours, but you have the feeling she'll start growing soon enough.
You let your hands wander over her breasts, cupping and squeezing gently. Your panties are soaking. You can feel their wetness. You brush your fingers around Evelyn's nipple. It grows hard and erect at the touch. You lean forwards and kiss it gently. This is the first time you've ever seen Evelyn's breasts. Naked, that is. The thought is strangely arousing. You latch on to the it and run you tongue around it in circles, feeling it grow harder. This is making you unbearably horny.
