“Yes. Yes,” she urged him. “Squeeze them, squeeze them hard.” Adam squeezed and caressed, his fingers sinking into her soft pliant flesh, circ...ing gently squeezing as he felt her hard nipples stab against his palms. He felt her wetness on his stomach as her juices flowed freely from her pussy. Adam sighed as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching pulling, and she moaned loudly, clutching his hands tightly in hers, as she sat, her head tilted back, her eyes tight. When I got on the phone Doug asked me if I would like to visit him and help him in his setting up his office for a week or two, he had just moved it to his house. He said Brad agreed to take care of the k**s and that I could use the break. I had to suppress the smile I wanted to put on my face. Two weeks with my father-in-law and no k**s. That would be two weeks of pure love making & best yet my prime time of the month. I looked at Brad and asked “You sure you don’t mind? He said go ahead.” I. It was his turn for surprise, because for once in my priggish life, I wore no bra. He leaned forward in his chair with an appreciative grunt as his eyes flitted from pebbled nipples around the pleasing taper of my waist to the bulge of my mound.“Widen your legs, Melanie,” he said.I closed my eyes and did just what he told me. Hands glided up one thigh and down the smoothness of the other. When he kissed my stomach I moaned his name, and when his fingers traced my furrow I staggered and leaned. I made sure I was neatly shaved, and looked at myself in the mirror. My purple hair was all spiky, my eye make-up just right, my blood red lipstick showed off my pale skin. I wore all my piercings, guys seemed to like that, Both nipples stood proud of my small breasts, and my clit ring drew attention to my tight pussy. I slipped on my black french knickers and push up bra, my black tights and mini skirt, a black silk blouse, a size too small for obvious reasons. I zipped up my thigh-length.