But this time we were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was working wonders on me and I knew my pa...ties were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing like long lost lovers. Then she began working down my neck with little butterfly kisses—you know the kind I like—all the way to my breasts. God, did she work on my breasts. She sucked them and massaged them until I almost climaxed without. She can feel the tip of it pressing into her stomach, and her vagina burns from the passage of it. She takes one of the clamps and lets it snap onto her left nipple, crying out as it does so. The feeling is so wonderful that she releases the clamp and allows it to snap on several different parts of her nipple. Taking the second clip she repeats the procedure on her right nipple. She pulls the elastic attached to the clip, using her left hand until her breast and nipple are distended, and. I hauled the net and spilled the silvery catch onto the bank. I took my hand-axe and knocked each one on the head with the back of it. I'd lost a few on an earlier trip when they had flopped and flapped their way back into the water and wasn't taking that chance again. Once I had enough, I strung them together in bunches of four or five with twine through the gills and cut myself a carrying pole of birch to hang them from. The girl watched all the while, big-eyed. On an impulse, I gave her one. If you win, I mean, if you swallow his cum, then I'll ... I'll kiss your boobs."Gwen shook her head. "I'm not willing to take a mouth full of cum just for a little boob-kissing. If you want me to do this, you're going to have to kiss my boobs anyway. And that means on the nipples. If I win, however, in addition to that you have to go down on me. And you have to bring me to orgasm."Erica grew even redder at that, but surprisingly, she nodded. "Okay," she said.Gwen's face lit up in a grin. "Then.