Parts of my body are being touched. I feel the skin of another brushing against mine, sometimes fleeting, sometimes lingering just a little longer. I ...ry to identify the touch - one moment it feels like the soft skin beneath my wrists is being stoked, another moment I wonder if perhaps a breast being pressed into my back, nipples hardening? I moan softly, desire intensifying.My face is taken again into firm hands. A mouth is pressed against mine, then a delicious stream of bubbles is passed. ”He frowned. That kind of presumptuousness, after she’d already ordered him up to oil her back? Lustful frustration compounded on his indignation. On the spur of the moment, he decided to get back at her, to get even. He spied the strings of her top, still hanging down from underneath her.He grabbed one, yanked it away, and ran.“What the--hey! Give that back, you little pervert!”She gave chase, an arm crossed over her chest. It wasn’t just for modesty. Big breasts like hers needed control,. All I know was that all of a sudden I wasn'tjust sucking his cock; I was really enjoying it. A lot.I felt his cock growing rock hard in my mouth and I moaned a little on hisdick as I started bobbing my head up and down in earnest, trying to pleasemy man."Yeah baby, suck that dick" he said, spurring me on to kick my efforts up anotch. I started sucking and slobbering for all I was worth, whimpering andmoaning like a hungry pup on a teat as he rubbed the back of my head."Ugh, oh yeah!" he yelled. She had been on the phone with Ron for almost two hours this morning. He had promised to call tomorrow. Then we sat on the living room sofa listening to romantic music on the sound system. I had an arm around her and she was leaning her head onto my shoulder. Occasionally we shared soft kisses but mostly we just cuddled together. After about half an hour she said that she needed a bathroom break. We both went. Her dress looked slightly different when she returned and I discovered why when we.