” I reach around her and interlock my fingers with hers, I move our left hands under her shirt to her breasts and begin gently squeezing them, pinch...ng her nipples. As she moans loudly I move our right hands down to her slit, rubbing her with our finger tips. She shivers and squirms under our touch as I direct her hands movements, all the while I'm kissing her neck. She starts grinding her hips up onto our fingers wanting more. I push two of our fingers into her and she lets out a load gasp as. A ma'am."Should I call an ambulance?" the gentleman asked.A small alarm sounded in Robert's subconscious. No, no ambulance. No. The young man shook himself and looked up. The older man's eyes werefull of concern behind his small, rounded glasses. Robert caught aglimpse of his face and his eyes widened. Is that... is that me? Isthat what I look like? But, I'm... I'm not... I'm...Around the older man, a small crowd of people were gathering."No," Robert gasped. A single cold drop of sweat. He works his way up my leg-filled tights and past the black pencil skirt that I struggled with this morning after the zip jammed twice. In which my white chiffon blouse is tucked in and buttoned halfway, just above my cleavage. His gaze pauses there, fixes, and then flicks back to my blue eyes. My long blonde hair is pulled back into a pony tail, because I didn’t have time to do anything different with it this morning. Oliver Belmont’s lips part slightly as if he is about to say something, he. ” I played along, acting surprised. As we watched, Roni picked up a squeeze bottle of suntan lotion and began rubbing it over her arms. That done, and with another palm full of lotion, she began slowly and seductively rubbing it onto her tits, spending plenty of time at her nipples. “You see that?” Lou asked. “She’s putting Coppertone on her tits. Holy shit! You think she plans to go topless?” “I don’t know, but this is better than looking at Playboy.” “You ain’t shittin’. This is live. Holy.