”“He groped them?” I whined.She grinned, and cupped her breasts, lifting them in their silky covering.“You groped them,” she said. “Like t...is.” She grabbed both breasts and squeezed them. “Remember?”I groaned. She grinned harder.“Relax. I decided he didn’t deserve to see them,” she said. “My perverted brother is the only boy who ever groped them.”Apparently I was visibly relieved, because she laughed.“I can’t believe you’re jealous.”She’d been honest with me. She could have strung me along and. “Wow!” she finally said. “How did you do that?”“I rocked your posterior fornix,” he explained.“Huh?”“Your cul-de-sac, hon. Don’t you read Comsopolitan?”Bev chuckled a bit. She hadn’t expected his answer. Lance shifted her weight in his arms. His tool still felt hard as rock.“You didn’t come yet,” she told him.“But you sure did,” he smiled. “I count three down and nine to go.”Bev gulped. She knew Lance wasn’t joking.TWENTY MINUTES LATERA haze of steam clouded the shower room as Lance continued. . just enough to expose my cleavage and the delicate satin encapsulating my now aching breasts. I continued to stroke his shaft, using his own wetness to glide smoothly up and down its length, increasing the pressure and rhythm, One of his hands on my breast, rubbing my nipple firmly through the fabric, the other riding up my thigh to grasp my cheek and tug at it sharply. The whole time, we are kissing wildly, our tongues wrapping themselves around each other like mating snakes, our desire. I stopped playing with her pussy and undid the cords, and then walked over to the balcony doors, opening them to night air. Julia looked at me as if I was mad saying ‘what are you doing’ her voice trembling with anticipation ‘come here and find out’ I replied. Tentatively she walked over and I maneuvered her out on to the balcony. Being on the 7th floor we could not be seen from the hotel courtyard, but from above was a different manner. ‘Bend over and put your hands on the wall’ I said, at.