cover my breast

I placed my packet of papers in front of me a turning red turned away to leave the field before anyone noticed me. I was too late. standing beside me was a young guy. Someone's grad assistant. He was staring at me with the most amazingly beautiful eyes. I stood there rooted on the spot until one of the little cherubs rushing from the field bumped me. Bodies like angels

faces of children. These boys were only around eighteen, a few a little older were barely older than my son. "Just babies" I whispered to myself. with a chuckle I heard a voice ask me would I repeat that. Even being modest, I'm still embarrassed by my desire.