I have a smattering of hair. I am not going to have a full bush again, rather a landing strip or something trimmed. I am embarrassed to be caught out ...ike this, but you keep going, cupping my pussy. I fit into your hand perfectly. You can feel my wetness on your hands. You lift your hand to your nose and inhale deeply. "I love your smell," you tell me. You offer your hand to me. I can smell my wantonness, too. Your hand plunges back down, but this time you open my pussy lips for your fingers.. Her face was priceless for a moment she had a look of shock which quickly turned to excitement. I lift up her arms and rip off her top, leaving her 36 DD breast barely contained in her bra. My hands went there sprat ways, one taking care of that bra and letting her lovely large breasts hang in all there glory and the other went to start undoing her jeans.Her nipples were hard and I couldn't help but start to lick and suck on them. All the time thinking how wet she was as I started teasing her. And I thought, "Well, if he's going to kiss me anyway..." and so I let my jaw relax a little and let Bean push his tongue into my mouth.Meanwhile, Andy behind me had worked his other arm under me, and he was cupping and massaging both my breasts and nuzzling the back of my neck. And -- this is hard for me to admit -- it didn't feel half bad. The nape of my neck has always been erotically sensitive.Bean put his hand down between us and cupped my pussy. When I opened my mouth, startled, he kissed. The two bags lay in the hall, her face a picture, as he ever the gentleman, offered to give her a hand with the heavy bags. She smiled and tried to lift them herself but even the smaller one was too heavy. She grinned then stuck out her hand to shake his, but then realising the contact restriction withdrew it. She blushed to her roots and said, “would he mind she lived up in the top flat?” He nodded, and hefted both sacks at once, so she led him up to the attic flat, a tiny room with sloping.