The black dress felt as if it was ripping at the seams from the chains spreading my legs too far for the dress to bear. He bent his head down and kiss...d my lips with an unappealing forced kiss with his tongue darting fast in my mouth. His hand slipped down my body and slid into my dress and ran up my leg, stopping at my dripping pussy. One finger plunged inside me fast and hard, beating in and out of me fast. I moaned loudly, though my attempts to not give him any satisfaction of pleasing me. "Do you know what that means?"Paul shook his head. They were sitting by the fire as the sun went down one evening. Ginnie was finishing off a huge cake. He liked watching her eat. Like everything else she did, Ginnie ate with total dedication. Now, hearing Ginnie talking about her mother's chest, he felt aroused. Strange, as he didn't even know Ginnie's mother, so how could he be thinking of making love to her? It was so confusing."It's a kind of way of describing a bra size." Ginnie finished. She leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and gave it a few strokes with her hand as she sucked on just the head, she then sat back up and told me I would have to be a good Daddy and wait awhile before she would let me cum, all I could do was sit there and continue to stroke my cock now wet with her saliva.We sat and watched the movie for a few more minutes and then I noticed her looking around the theater again, soon after she was elbowing me in the side and telling me to look in the back. ‘Touch me again,’ she said. Again she felt the touch on her cheek, and another wave of pleasure, stronger this time. Her nipples tingled. She pointed to her breasts. ‘Touch me here,’ she whispered breathlessly. This time she felt the touch penetrate her clothing onto her breasts. Her nipples hardened. Her breathing quickened. ‘Where do you want me to touch you next?’ the voice whispered. ‘You know where,’ she replied. She felt as though she was floating, floating on a cloud. The touch moved.