.One of the young cashiers said hello as she always does. She was pricing tins today. She is about 25, tall and pretty, but she fails to do it for me....I find when I look at her very pleasant appearance, I fantasize about what her mother looks like. I want her to be older, and softer; mature. She didn't notice my cock but it would have been obvious enough, had she chosen to look there. this excited me, along with the thought of brushing past her, and just stroking her firm bottom with the very. Leaning down he recaptures my lips, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, touching my skin with every release of a button. I am crazy with desire at this point making little sounds in my throat causing him to smile against my lips. Breaking our kiss once again he raises, taking in the sight of my breasts heaving with every intake of breath. Reaching around my back he lifts me up and removes my shirt completely, my arms are limp at this point and I am powerless to stop him. Tossing it aside he pulls me. Her dark nipples hardened and rose as small goose bumps dotted her chest. Terry put her stethoscope on and moved to the girl's side. She placed the end on the girl's chest, directly between her breasts, and began to listen.Her eyes darted quickly around the room, trying to tell if the other nurses were paying much attention to what she was doing. Seeing none, she guided the stethoscope to the tender flesh of Emi's breasts. She let her fingers spread out as she held the sounder so that she could. We talked about nothing in particular, and it gave me the chance to really study the female body. Tits, asses, pubic hair, and of course the mysterious vagina. They were both slim women with beautiful bodies. Their fun, casual attitude allowed me to casually examine them as we chatted. They didn’t mind me looking at them, and they liked looking at my body.I could feel all my Catholic morals leaving my body as I admired and studied the girls. I may have spread my legs a couple times.