He groaned in her ear and she felt his teeth bite softly into her neck. His tongue cleaned some of the showers water from her and she bit back a groan...at the sensation. His hands increased their pace, continuing to slide and fondle her ample breasts. He had always liked her breasts and there was something about playing in the showers water that made his touch more exciting. Her nipples hardened at the stimulation he was providing as his hands continued their task, supposedly helping her soap up. "I didn't answer because my mouth was so wonderfully occupied as my tongue rubbed circles around her erect nipple while my lips sucked.My lips did eventually move further south onto her smooth stomach, kissing and tonguing her navel then dragging my tongue further down until it rose over her pubic mound. Her legs moved apart as I shifted my body over between her legs and began kissing and licking in the wetness of her arousal.I could hear her breathing, now heavier, more labored, as I licked. Sandra ignored the slight irritation and took another sip of her latté, adjusted her mini skirt slightly and moved her shoulders in such a way as to adjust her big nipple brassiere. “I have huge nipples.” thought Sandra. “This is the only bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well.” Sandra knew she looked good in her pink gingham patterned form fitting big nipple brassiere. The form fitting contoured lightly lined stretch foam cups and scalloped trim were as comfortable as sexy. Natalie’s own photographer was a quiet man named Graham Snowden who kept to himself but was very gifted. Together the eight journalists had traveled the world in search of the next great story. ‘God it’s great to see you!’ Natalie hugged Quinn. Quinn with her spiky black hair and pierced eyebrows asked, ‘Hey have you met the new photog?’ ‘Walter’s replacement? No.’ ‘He’s yummy in a moody sort of way. All dark eyes and looks.’ ‘You’re hopeless.’ Natalie smiled as she headed up to her room. ****.