To proceed further I was scared. So I again waited, the minutes felt like hours. Now I gathered some courage and slowly I slid my hand inside the t-sh...rt.I felt her navel which seemed like a small pond in between a vast expanse of sand and circled it. She slightly opened her lips since I teased her. Then I went upstairs to feel those two melons. But unfortunately, there was this huge wall called a bra stopping me to feel that soft yet supple flesh of a woman.Then instead of me removing the bra. None of those being herded along had any notion when it might end and those slaves who spoke the language of the Forest People were never allowed near enough to tell them. The black warriors striding ahead were in high spirits. They laughed and sang gaily, followed behind by a column of despondent captives watched over by slaves whose duty was to prevent them from escaping. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that an attempt at escape would be dealt with swiftly and bloodily.Although Glade much. I didn't have long to wait for the action to start. Within a few seconds, there was a knock on the door of the ladies room and Amy opened it to admit her potential lover. Once he was safely inside, Amy quickly locked the door. I watched her as she turned her back on the man and faced the back wall, placing her hands out in front of her for support.They both knew why they were there and it was obvious that Amy, for one, was not about to waste any time. She looked back over her right shoulder and. She found she wanted.She awkwardly removed her top to reveal at least a 50DD bra which, withdifficulty, contained two titanium-sized melons. She began to dance. Herstomach wriggled with each gyration, moving with the elegance of a ballerina.She continued this sensual writhing. Plumpy hands being lifted over her head,to the left, to the right, then her whole big body bending forward! For atleast fifteen minutes she continued, then her jeans fell heavily to the floor.Heavily, I might add, but it.