She told me, "It's about the only way we can stay ahead of you guys."I said, "Heck, if it was just me here, I'd probably be naked right now enjoying t...e sun and air as much as Connie over there. Look at her, not a care in the world. She's so lucky at that age. We should be so lucky."Barb said, "Well, if you like to be nude, don't let me stop you. You won't bother me. After walking in on you at your mom's house I guess it would be old hat for me." And I thought you modestly looked away." I. I couldn’t understand what she gained from their affair, as the sexual pleasure was entirely one-directional. She couldn’t quite explain it, either, but insisted that she enjoyed pleasing him and relieving his pent-up pressure.“Maybe it’s my submissive side expressing itself,” she once suggested. It seemed to make more sense than any other explanation.The only pleasure she received was the attention he paid to her breasts. If he finished especially early, and time permitted, she would unbutton. Joe climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, and began to grope my breasts. He was gentle at first, though it turned rough pretty quickly. Squeezing, pinching, scratching. Through my winces and soft squeals of pain, I could see he was gaining great pleasure from my suffering. He flattened my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, crushing them as he twisted and pulled. The pain was so severe I thought he would rip them right off my skin. I could hear Chris laughing somewhere behind me as I. Undoing her blouse one button at a time. Crimson bra almost too small for her heaving breasts, she lifted her skirt and wiggled out of her white little panties. She was wet, and slid one finger down to her anxious slit to make sure, closing her eyes with pleasure. He wanted her to continue, waiting as long as long as he could, grabbed her wrist and took her finger in his mouth wanting the taste of her. Spinning her around, he lifted her skirt to lay on her back keeping hold of her wrist with.