"Guess we can squeeze in a few more minutes while she is getting her stuff ready for the sleepover," as my hands once more find their way under your top, this time unhooking your bra. Cupping your breasts, I nibble at the back of your neck. Since Molly has to come come down two flights of stairs to get to us, why not play with my baby's breasts . . . running my palms over your hardening nipples . . . squeezing your full breasts . . . "Love your skin, baby . . ."