Pigeon Holler

... I fucked. So she was my friend. My best friend. I placed my hand squarely over her barely blossoming breast, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that I could recoil from her retributional attack. But nothing. She didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice at all. She just kept staring forward at the TV. Her breast was small enough to full my hand, I kneaded the plump ...