My instinct is confirmed when your hands move to cup your breasts, your delicate fingers and small palms no match, but the sexiness enhanced by the sh...mmering reflection of your nails, as you groan, “touch me.” My mind is still wishing to see the roses brush over your taut nipples, and to feel you arch into them, to see your hips swaying, while reaching behind us to grasp and pull me hard against you…wanting to extend the play and the anticipation, as perhaps I have dreamed of this scene. My hands softly caressed his neck as he lowered his lips to mine and placed a light kiss on them. My inhibitions melted and I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to entwine with mine. Without breaking the kiss I steered him backwards, to the counter, so he was leaning against it. He pulled me into him, tight against his chest, as his tongue danced with mine.His hand rans down my side, over my hip, and slipped under my dress to my bare thigh, where it rested for a moment. My hands became a. " I said with a wink. As I said this, I noticed she had taken her shirt off, and was now wearing only a gray cami with little flower designs on it. I could see her bra and the tip of her awesome tits, and tried very hard to avoid looking at them. Not that concentrating on those black spandex leggings helped the stirring manhood in my pants either."I'm not really into it... I've just been trying to..." she turned bright red."Trying to...?" I finished, half laughing as I did.An awkward silence. Her hands seemed to have their own will as they neared her knee and retreated up her inner thigh toward her very swollen labia. She squeezed the outside of her labia with one hand while a tip from one finger of the other hand slipped in. Greedily her lips opened to welcome the well-known friend as they released a flow of delicious juices, almost as if to make a velvety carpet of juicy invitations.This time the moan from her lips was very noticeable and even primal in its pure desire. Abbey’s.