And as if to prove my point, I grabbed his right hand and moved it to my ass. While Chris noticed nothing out of the ordinary, I had more deceitful in...entions. In our little struggle, he had gotten more white flour on his right hand, a hand that now had a palm full of my ass. I couldn’t be sure, but I was hoping, maybe even praying, that it would leave a nice little hand print on my black yoga pants for my husband to see when he came down. So as soon as I felt Chris give it a good squeeze, I. She dint wear a bra. She was close to me. My dick raised up. I dint know whether I should proceed. I couldn’t control.I put my hand slowly on her neck.. slowly moved down to the naked part of the boob and cleavage. I slowly got the boob full out of the top.. it was stunning. I just wanted to suck them up and not leave. I slowly started pressing gently. Tina shook a bit. So I was tensed dint know what to do. I just kept my hand there without moving.Again I started pressing more harder and was. Standing at the counter was a small woman with short blonde hair wearing nothing but a collar. I'm glad that she couldn't see my face. My eyes were locked on her knockers. Full and beautiful, they were just the right size for her body. I felt myself growing hard as my eyes traced down her body. I had read there was a mathematically precise ratio of waist to hips in females that increased sexual desirability. This woman had it in spades. I shivered when I realized that she had no belly button. I. .. a****l prints everywhere...very sexy. when angela came back in2 the room, she had kicked off her shoes, exposing her cute little toes which were painted 2 match her fingernails & her blouse was now unbuttoned all the way down 2 her waist. when she bent down 2 hand me a drink, her blouse drooped open & i could see her small, perky, a-cup breast, with it's tiny, rock-hard nipple. the areola was only the size of a quarter & the hard, little nipple was no bigger than a pencil eraser. she sat.