I scuttled off of the couch wondering if I could make some sort of escape. “Me?” “Yup.” He walked right up to me without hesitation. His rough...hands came up and cupped my breasts. They spilled off the sides of his hands as he weighed them. “I knew your parents and brother weren't home. Figured it'd be a good time to come over and finally get a taste of what I've wanted for awhile.”Before I could say another word he squeezed my tits hard. I cried out as he squeezed hard enough that they felt. " We'll be up in a while. Don't worry about us."Julie pulled Dan up, off the sofa, led him toward the stairs, and her room. Toni watched them go, then reached behind her, to unhook her bra, giving Dave's mouth freer range, on her breasts. Dave slid his hand up one of her thighs, to the junction of her legs, and the fluff of hair, pushing out of the cut-out in her panties. He combed her hairs, with his fingers, and then dragged a finger tip up and down her slit. She unbuckled his belt,. The room was fairly tidy except for what looked like a rubbish sack dumped in the far corner; it smelt a bit too!"Like a hookers boudoir" Ade thought in his drunken haze, but that was O.K., better than the smell at his place!Ade staggered into the kitchen where she stood avidly cooking, positioning himself behind her, he slid his hands round her waist and then moved them to her breasts, tiny pads of flesh tipped with generous nipples."Like feeling up a schoolgirl he thought," smiling to. Can I ask a strange question? How did you guess what kind of coffee I prefer?’ ‘Oh boy, now I am in trouble,’ and here I paused for just a moment to think how to put this. ‘A couple reasons, the first is very straight forward. I have found a lot, not all by any means, but a lot of well-centered, self-confident women seem to prefer their coffee black,’ and then I stopped, pretending that was both reasons. ‘Very well said, now I want the other shoe please,’ she demanded, looking me straight in.