I reached out with both hands, palms up, and cupped her breasts. They were warm and heavy. She'd told me that but right then I didn't remember anythin... except how they felt. Firm but pliant, warm, yielding to my fingers as I squeezed lightly.I slid my hands under them, toward her body, pushing softly. I wanted my fingertips in the crease, right up against her chest where they melded with her body. This excited me even more because I loved the way it felt to have my fingers pressed against a. "We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do- -maybe you can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own husband has screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws me--anything." UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh--Regina--oh, shake that hot pussy, you passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick--all that slippery juice from his cock--"She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was all the more precious to her. ”“Really?!”“Yes, really.”“Yes!” Albert exclaimed, pumping his fist.Of course, given he was only going to be eleven in July, there were likely still a few years to go before he’d have his growth spurt.“You don’t get many hours in?” I asked.“Not cross-country,” she said. “It’s like anything else - if you don’t practice, you lose your touch!”I winked at her and she laughed, but we were entering the building so no more banter was possible. We followed a sign which directed us to an auditorium where. This elevated his crime to thehighest level. His obsession with and of trying to see their sexyunderwear was to soon be his demise. The trial was short as evidencewas overwhelming and the sentencing laws required a 5 to 15 yearsentence for third offenders. His judge, a woman of course had somediscretion for sentencing and decided that this lifelong fetish wouldhave to be dealt with in a different fashion or he would continue hisharassment of women so she came up with an opportunity for Sam.