One day, I was leaving my downtown temp job, and decided to pick a few new bits of fodder for my overactive imagination at my favorite newsagent, just...past where I would catch the bus. Having selected and made my purchases, I stowed my new loot in my backpack, and I caught the bus and psyched myself for the long ride home.However, I suddenly remembered that that evening my housemates were going to be hosting a get-together at our house, and I realized I'd have little opportunity for privacy to. Shared her blanket and I just moved the cloth (part of her night dress) away from her tommy. Placed my hand on her belly and touched the entire area rubbing with my palm. I slowly shifted my hand towards her lower breasts. Here our position is, she is facing towards the wall and resting on her right hand. Me too resting same and facing her kept my left hand on her.When I was close to reach them, noticed that she is not wearing anything inside. Wow, what a feeling. I first touched her left boob.. As a psych majorI've never believed that the word 'submissive' is a noun; it's anadjective. Anyone in that kind of relationship is more a slave thananything else." Hmmm...I never thought about it like that...you're probably right...all thesame I think I'd like it...if I were submissive to you, that is." Hmmm...well, I see were almost home. I'm really beat. I didn't enjoythat obnoxious Ralph Martinson eying my tits all night and hishands...ugh! The things I do for your business." Well...you. I recall she said she could sometimes hear them talking through the heat vent, so I really had to be quiet. The light from her side table was enough to penetrate her nightshirt; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hip bones poking out against the thin material, and the faint outline of her small bush. I walked over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light. I knelt down in front of her. Sliding my hands up under her nightshirt I felt the.