I so desperately wanted her to touch me, and to touch her soft body and to make love to her. I reached out and touched her arm, the one that was cares...ing me. I followed her arm to her shoulder, feeling her soft and cool skin. She didn't object as I grabbed her breast in my hand. It felt heavy and I couldn't take all of it in my trembling hand. Mom exhaled heavy, letting out a big sigh."Oh John." It is so fine and soft mom."When she first stroked my balls with her hand and dragged her fingers. They didn't sit back down again until the band itself took a break. The temperature in the room had risen at least ten degrees from the cumulative body heat and energy in the room. Sonny was sweaty and tired, his hair curled from the exercise. Sandy still looked together and composed for the most part, but she was sweating and taking a few deeper than normal breaths as well. There was a buzz in the room that didn't really allow talking, even though no music was currently playing, you had to. Now bikinis were something I never saw for real, and only saw in my Spick & Span magazines and photos. So I was gob-smacked to see a girl, at the bar, talking to a group of men, when I went into the Flower Pot in London for the first time. This was the barest I’d ever seen a girl, though I wasn’t getting a clear view as men were all around Her and I was too intimidated by them to go up and try to get a closer view. I did notice that there was something about Her bikini, when I got glimpses of. I could hear Steven starting breathing gradually heavier as he said, "It's really no problem, Tiffany. Would you like a drink?" Sure, rum and coke would be great," I replied with an alluring look. Steven simply smiled, pouring me a drink while fixing a double brandy for him. As he sat back down, I snuggled against him and whisper, "Hmm, that tastes so good, but I bet this would taste a lot better." I rubbed his cock through his pants, turning to look into his eyes passionately and lustfully..