As the elastic of the leotard tried to return to her normal neckline, it only served to push her breasts up and mash them together as the perfect brea...ts with their small brown nipples heaved with every frightened breath.The remaining two men came in from either side and each grabbed a breast. Hard. Angie was stunned by the quick, coordinated movement of all the men and started to say something to the man who had locked the door when she felt the firm hand of the man who held her hair clamp. Her collar bones create a long sharp edge and angle down towards her breasts. Full of warm softness. Breasts are the ultimate comfort zone. Even as a man you can’t help but feel safe and nurtured while embracing a woman’s breast. The dark nib at the end of her breast makes for an amazing toy to play with, with your tongue. Flicking the nipple, circling around the areola and sucking on the breast is enough to arouse me, maybe even more than her! They make the perfect handful in my hand and feel. ‘Hmm?’ ‘The deaths. It happens, and you get to see more of it than just about anyone except the ambulance guys. You get used to it. You can’t help it.’ They walked on a little further. ‘All except the kiddies. I’ve never got used to those. I doubt I ever will,’ John concluded. ‘What you need,’ Simon told his older friend as they shouldered their way through the pub door, ‘is a pint!’ They made their way into the dimly lit interior and approached the bar. ‘Hi, Betty! Couple of pints please!’. It was almost impossible for Shea to fall asleep that night with her thoughts about locker room sex keeping her awake, but after what seemed like forever, she finally fell asleep. When Shea awoke at 3:00 AM, she noticed that her hand was in her panties, with her fingers wedged as far into her pussy as they could be. What was going on? After a moment of panic, she realized that her entire hand, as well as the lower half of her bed, were soaked in juices. It was then that Shea remembered what.