pulled the covers off of her and shivered slightly in the still morning air. Goose bumps ran up her body but she ignored them, savoring the look of her body the simple white underwear that she preferred to sleep in. There had been times in her life that she had not enjoyed the way her body looked but she had finally reached a place of acceptance. Her small but firm breasts stood up proudly on her chest and she could see her nipples start to rise in the chill morning air. She ran a hand over her breasts, feeling her erect nipples press against the palm of her hand as she passed over them. She groped herself roughly, one breast filling her small hand. Her morning ritual was one of the reasons she loved this time of the day, a lifetime