I know you were talking about marrying when you finished your 'A' levels. We wondered how you felt about bringing it forward to this August."Her jaw d...opped. There was a longish pause. "Are you serious? Alex ... is this..." Your parents' idea, but I'm fully in favour," I said. "I'm not going to rush you though." You're not going to rush me! I ... I ... Alex ... I want to hit you! You've been sitting on this all weekend?" Well, yes, but it was for your father to suggest it."She looked round,. Except the nipples - they were quite sensitive, though he got a smalltingling if he touched them ever so gently."I guess having boobs might be interesting," thought Paul. "Oh, and Iguess that means I get to wear a bra!"Paul had always been slightly fascinated by bras. He looked in his topdraw and, sure enough, there was a small selection of bras. Some werewhite, though one was more of an off white colour. He picked out one ofthe white ones. He admired how soft and lacey it looked.Paul hooked. We kissed and touched one another. We moaned.“Take off your top,” I told her. We parted just long enough for her to pull off the tight halter top. She was wearing black bra that barely held her creamy white tits.“Bra, too?” she asked.“Not yet,” I told her. The clasp was in the front and I could take it off at any time. I wanted to heighten the anticipation.I pulled her back closer to me and started rubbing her pussy. My tongue probed her mouth. She put her hand back on my dick and rubbed it. ’ I initially tried to explain I was almost ashamed of my dream and that I prefer not to, if she didn’t mind. Her eyes were darting back and forth, searching my soul once again. ‘I do mind. I want you to tell it to me,’ she restated with just a bit more of the tone of a demand instead of a request. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I began to give her all the details of the dream that was still very vivid in my mind and answered the questions she had as I went. While I was telling about that.