I, of course, attributed this to the booze, but gladly enjoyed the feel of the firm tit each time it touched my skin.Once we got to the dorm, I put my...arm more tightly around her waist to help her up the stairs. This was apparently harder for her than we thought, and we had to almost hoist her up each step. Several times, my arm would slip up from her waist, and my hand would find itself smack up against the bottom of her breast and the hard wiring of her support bra. Embarrassed, and hoping. She moved toward in a slowly slutty way. She grabbed my dick and pull me in the shower her. We started making out.Her hand was on my dick slowly stroking. My left hand was on her ass while the other was roaming on her body mostly on her boobs. I started kissing her neck and start playing with her pussy. Fingering her slowly. I took her left boob in mouth while my right hand massage the other one.After a while, I change to her right boob. 10 min later I got on my knees and took another breakfast. Harder. 'Brandon' she cried out as he thrust in and out, pushing her closer an closer toward climax. 'Please don't stop' 'Not a chance' Like a flash fire, heat spread from the apex of her thighs, across her body and she was completely mindless of anything but Brandon and the pleasure of his body. She called his name once, twice, maybe three times. She tried to tell him how good it felt, how much she loved and missed sex, but her words came out short as he relentlessly thrust his erection into. A large doorman opened the door for us and we were met by the maître d' who I could see was looking at my chest. I wondered if the top of the dress had slid off one of my tits and I hadn’t noticed because the fabric was so light and thin but I didn’t look down. If a tit as showing then it was showing.When we got to our table I did two things, firstly I asked the maître d' of another napkin not telling him that I wanted to put it under my leaking pussy, and secondly I checked my chest and saw.