As we kept kissing and hugging each other, our kissing developed in a passionate tongue twisting kiss. We both were searching for each others tongues ...nd sucking it passionately. Then I broke the kiss and said what was in my mind, I said her that I wanted to feel her heavy bosoms as they attract my imagination. She happily opened the buttons of blouse and the two bosoms were set free.They are big swollen and soft. I touched one of her tits and she rolled her eyes back. Then lowered my mouth on. She works in such a dungy place but she has no tattoos and no odd piercings like one would expect but she is the best at what she does. The little 5 foot nothing Italian girl hugs me pressing her smaller but nice 34 b tits against me. I and she have a history and she is quite the fun girl but tonight we are here for Liz. She lays out the possible piercings for tonight suggesting we go with navel and nipples and we leave her tongue and pussy for later times. I agree with her and she starts to. She's 21, for Christ's sake. And so what if he's a few years older than her. A mature man can help her..." "Can take advantage of her.... All my baby knows is sports and her school work. She's not into men like that. He's going to hurt my baby..." "You don't even know the man..." "I know men!" Cecile stated firmly. "All of them are just alike. They all think with their dicks and not their hearts." "That's not fair, besides, she just met him...what...three weeks ago when she was home. All. As luck would have it, the shift ball was at perfect crotch level and did I ever get a shock form its vibrations! I’d never felt anything like that before. Doug’s eyes were glued to the road and he was ignoring me completely, so I snuck a little ride on the stick shift. For the twenty-five twisting and turning miles between Rimouski and St. Anne du Mont, I rode the shift ball as Doug watched the St Lawrence curve by. With his left hand on the steering wheel and his camera in his right,.