It was soft and juicy. I started caressing it with my fingers. The nips got harder and elongated. I touched my fingers in my mouth and started rubbing...the nips with my saliva. They crackled and I started rolling it with my fingers. Immediately the girl woke up and moaned. She pressed my hand to her tits. She said come on Atul why are you waiting. My name is not Atul but I knew she was murmuring in sleep. I started massing the tits with my right hand and my left hand went to my zip and opened. If you all can handle it.”“What’s that?” I asked, taking a big swig of a margarita.“Well, for one, we all do a shot of tequila anytime there is a sack, a safety, a turnover or a punt.”The girls didn’t know what any of that meant, so they readily agreed. I didn’t think it was too dangerous, so I went along with it. “Ok,” I said, “that sounds like fun, but not so much risk that we’ll all be hammered by halftime.”I left the room to fetch four shot glasses and a full bottle of Corralejo Reposado. .. again and again, his fingers dove deep inside, then parted slightly, stretching her as she gasped for air. Her palms were pressed flat against the mirrors in an attempt to steady her trembling legs, but she couldn’t move and didn’t want to. Mark had her pinned as he pleasured her, and it was better than she’d ever imagined.Her heart rate quickened, and her temperature rose, as she neared climax. Her eyes closed, head back and back arched, the sweeping of Mark's fingers over her. ”“All I did was warm her up,” I said.“It was what you didn’t do that was important.”“What didn’t I do?”“You didn’t take advantage of the situation. You didn’t use that to force yourself on her. She was vulnerable and she knew she was vulnerable, but you didn’t take advantage of that.”“Of course not,” I said. It was an automatic response.“I think that’s when she fell in love with you.”“She’s not in love with me,” I said. “At the most it’s a crush.”Her head came off my shoulder and she looked at.