I found myself now looking at a full-grown woman. Those same tits that I had watched grow from smooth nothings to the large mass of firm flesh now in my hands, were marvels also. Not a perfect set of tits, but enough to excite any normal man I knew. Crested with nipples the size of acorns, they were a startling contrast to those wonderful mounds which Pat had on her chest. As my hand worked the flesh of this hardening tit, my cock was already trying to rise. Janet then moved her lips from mine and attacked my ear with her tongue. It was obvious she had spoken to Pat...