And that lovely bush.She lay on the bed, her feet towards me, and grabbed a book and started to read. after a couple of minutes her and strayed to her...belly, just manipulating the skin. Nothing unusual. I thought, should I go. Then her hand strayed a little lower, just brushing her hairs. No, she wasn't going to play, was she? She raised one knee and her legs were slightly parted. I noticed her nipples were stiff now. Wonderful, chapel hat pegs, as my husband would say. She put the book down.. Instead, I felt like I'd been through a mangle, and just about every part of my body screamed at me in pain. I also felt extremely nauseous and spent a moment or two distributing the contents of my stomach around the place. Strangely, this reassured me. I had no belief in an after life - and had never taken descriptions of near death experiences as any guide to the likely sensations involved in actually dying - but somehow being violently sick didn't seem to be high on the list of. The guy whom I just sucked dry, comes and stands behind her. He places his hands on her breasts and starts massaging it. I look up towards her breast. The guys hands are so big that it covers her breast completley and he is pressing them hard. He moves his hand to her flat tummy and pres his hand hard into her tummy such that she is pressed hard to his body. I see her naked breast is slighty red and nipples thick and errect. The guy dipped his hands down further and rubbed her in her pussy over. Take her to dinner, like, Johnny Carino’s or something. See what you think,’ she said. ‘I assume,’ I said, ‘you’ve got it all arranged?’ ‘Four-ish, Saturday afternoon, behind the Pavilion at the Westerly. Bring the girls! She’s bound to love ’em.’ I thought. What could it hurt? The girls loved going to the Westerly, a mall / entertainment area on the west end of town. ‘Okay,’ I said, after a pause. She smiled. ‘She’s your height, a tad plump but nothing awful, and she’ll be wearing a purple.