Ever since they had swelled out in her teens, she had been pestered by boys and men, all of them convinced that if only they got their hands on her ti...s and give them a good grope, she would spread her legs for them like some simple child’s toy – press a button here, and it pops open there.‘Well, I like them – very, very much’, whispered Veronica, sliding down a few inches in the bed so that she could rest her face again the fleshly pillow of Kyla’s bountiful mounds. She added in an apologetic. " he growled and began unzipping my dress."Stop it." I protested while trying to get away from him. His arm held tightly around my waist and kept me in place.When he finally had the zip all the way down, he shoved the parted garment over my shoulders and arms. That was when I managed to turn around and gave him a slap. A slap that came so naturally that it shocked me."I'm sorry." I quickly said only to realize my husband hadn't minded the slap at all. In fact, he seemed to like it as a sinister. Both your hands work their magic as I start to moan with passion. Itdoesn't take long for the first waves of my orgasm hits me and I give youmy come hither stare as I let out a loud moan in pleasure. I part my legsslightly beckoning you to caress my stocking clad leg, which to teasinglydo. Ever so slowly you work your way up past my knee, inducing anotherorgasm from me. As you reach the hem of my skirt you begin to doconcentric circles along the top of my stockings. My breath by now isgetting. "O-oh, that--," she moaned as his fingers brushed her nipple. His fingers--like fire on me, oh, God, oh, God!"That's nice?" Bobby asked."U-uh-huh," Terry breathed as she felt her back arch involuntarily, pushing her breast into his fondling fingers. Bobby smiled. He pulled his other hand out from under her skirt. He took her hand and pressed her palm against the bulge in his pants.My God! "I-it's b-big," she heard herself say."And it's so uncomfortable in there," Bobby said. He took her fingers.