I held her awesome breasts in my hands over her blouse. I unclipped her bra and saw those melons. Ohh my.. They were mind-boggling. I was in love with...those breasts. I held them, kissed them like a baby, bit her nipples slowly and kept kissing them for about half an hour. She kept pressing my head against those lovely breasts more. She was enjoying this too much. I was enjoying like mad. I kept at them continuously giving her all the pleasure.I slowly came on to her navel area. Oh my god. That. She ignored this cacophonous and very unwelcome compliment and hurried towards the door. It seemed that the young men were debating among themselves whether to come and inspect her at close quarters and a consensus seemed to be quickly emerging to the effect that this would be an excellent idea. She heard the sound of their hilarity getting closer and panicked.The street door to the apartment block was opened by punching the correct combination into a keypad and then pushing the door open. But. “It’s so big.” “Well, first off, you’re nowhere near wet enough,” said Anna, taking the pillow away and encouraging Chrissy to lie back. She spat onto her hand and gently started rubbing Chrissy's pussy, reclining next to her. Chrissy squirmed a little, but kept silent. Pleasure and awkwardness were obviously battling inside her, neither of them gaining the high ground. "Relax baby," Anna said as her fingers brushed over her tight opening. "It's ok to like it. The more you relax, the wetter. .." Marcus? Marcus Williams?" I was still blowing out the walls."Jimmy please! Please don't yell," she said. I was progressing from angry to insane with rage"Pack your bags, Marianne, you no longer live here," I said, and I stormed out.I drove around for literally hours. I didn't stop even to pee. Finally, there was no holding it back; I had to go; some things won't wait.Spike's Bar and Grill had bathrooms; I used the men's. The place was busy even at noon: lunch crowd, I supposed, the food.