And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His...eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said. "What about the snowman, Gwendoline? Still want to go and build one! It's nearly eleven - we've still time before lunch."It was the work only of a few minutes to shape the body and Gwen then scooped up enough snow and shaped it into a very handsome head, but she thought better of putting it on top of the still-unfinished snowman and threw it at Harriet instead.Ten minutes later, two soaking wet and hysterical girls remembered the serious purpose on which they were engaged and finally the head. I made sure she was on my right as that was the angle I could see into her dress the best. While Rob was in the other room I started massaging her shoulders knowing that me pushing on them and her halter top would give him a great view of her breast when he returned. I was right as it was almost fully exposed. When he came in his eyes almost bugged out of his head seeing her puffy nipple in his light which was better than the restaurants dim lighting. I kept rubbing and he kept looking. It was. I looked at you as I crawled onto my bed; your boner was forming in your shorts. I giggled and pulled myself closer. “Kiss me,” I murmur and smiled as you did. But something was different; your touch was electrifying I moaned instantly and begged you to never stop. You kissed down my neck and into the hollow of my throat; I moaned against my own will and you were enjoying it. My moans were encouraging you. I tried to control myself but I couldn’t. Your hands were on my chest, my shirt was.