As she moved, her nipples had been rubbing against his chest. With her head up for the kiss, there was just room his hand to slip between them, and he...took a nipple in his fingers.Both confused and elated at his seeming devotion to her breasts, she was still able to revel in the sensations. To her, they had always been her least attractive feature, but he seemed completely unconcerned with their size. She did have large, super-sensitive nipples, and he was playing them like a concert. Bridgette. How are you this evening?" We're fine," Bridgette said. "Both of us. And my daughter looks happy. So how is my son?" Sit, son," Anders said."Yessir," I replied."Stoney, it's not an order. And relax. We're happy. A bit surprised at the timing, but happy." He smiled."Really, Dad?" Jo asked. "That's soooo important to me," she said, her voice sounding almost like a six-year-old with a home-made greeting card."Johanna Elise," Bridgette said, "had we other opinions, do you not think we. "When the drinks were delivered, Chatsirree said, "Jamnit, display yourself."The young woman stepped up on the table, efficiently unbuttoned her one-piece dress, let it fall to the table behind her, and stepped out of her shoes. She took two steps forward on the large round wooden table, dropped to her knees, then spread them as she leaned all the way back, until her head was on the table.She was completely nude. A shaven pussy only added to the illusion of youth, as did her very small, pointed. "Tyler's fingers clamped her nipples like pliers.Lynn nearly blacked out. Red-hot pokers of pain rammed deep into her tits and she saw flashes of black and white light. She howled, biting at Tyler's arms. A moment later she crashed to the sun-baked dust, Tyler's rocklike body crushing her. Her jaw crunched the earth, and gritty dust filled her mouth. She gasped for breath, sweat and tears burning her eyes. She tasted blood and dirt.Tyler released her, falling beside her on his back and pulling.