LENA
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Cara’s words echoed in my head. It was a simple examination. That’s what it should be.
I had never felt another woman’s breast nor had I fantasized about it. Well, I’m not into women. It should be easy to get over it.
First, I dragged my eyes around her breasts that was about D cups. The way it hung, so perky, her pink n*****s standing out.
“You know,” Cara said, “you have to use your fingers to examine the breast and not your eyes.”
I still stood, caressing her breast with my eyes. I told myself it was just normal admiration.
Cara held my hand and brought it to her breast.
My breath tangled in my lungs, as I felt her softness. My eyes jumped between her breasts and her eyes, feeling the heat crawl upto face.
Cara, her palm holding my palm, pushed it harder into the sw
