You find a pair of scissors and snip away at the fabric so that you can see her beautiful breasts, so that they can captivate your gaze and leave you ...anting with lust.’ Joanne nodded, her breath coming just a little too quickly now to think about responding with words. She could feel her arousal beginning to soak into her panties, and she was sure that Natalya could smell it, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do anything about it openly in front of the other woman. Instead, she squeezed. Up until that day Tieson was reserved and obviously hurting from her harsh captivity, but we'd found a new lease of freedom together, joined in mutual passion. A torrent of tears washed my cheeks as I shouldered her dead weight up the hills towards home. It took every bit of my self-control to not break down and sob right here, in the middle of the dark pine forest. The lively sounds of crickets and the inquiring owl calls didn't provide the normal thread of peace they usually did. My grief. “Absolutely. I loooove French food.” She knew the square jawed jock was sure he would finally get her into bed tonight. He probably deserved it since they'd been dating for six months. Tiffany wanted it too, not because she particularly cared about the guy, but because she'd been getting progressively hornier for the last four months. The more she held out, the more he begged, which was a massive turn on for the gorgeous redhead. Enough of a turn on that she had extended it much longer than she. ‘Who is it?’ She called out as she slid herself out of the recliner. ‘UPS, I’ve got a package for you,’ a sexy-sounding baritone male voice yelled back through the door. Michelle took a quick look in the peephole, and then opened the door quickly. ‘I don’t remember ordering anything. Are you sure my name is on it, Michelle Johnson?’ The handsome mid-twenties looking man examined the label on the package again, ‘Uh…yes ma’am, it says Michelle Johnson right here,’ he pointed at the label showing.