‘Your suit is in the bag that was still in the car.’ ‘You are amazing.’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘I guess I have to either wait or go...in with my shorts on.’ He stepped up to the edge. She grabbed his arm to stop him. ‘Oh, no you don’t. Those are brand new shorts, I will not let you soak them in chlorinated water for the next half an hour.’ She pulled him gently towards her. ‘There might be another option.’ She raised an eyebrow suggestively. ‘What is that?’ He had a pretty good idea what. He spent the next 8 minutes focusing only on her breasts. Her luscious firm beautiful breasts. The massaging gave her pleasure and intimacy she had never felt before. The breasts he told her are the base of a womans sexuality and need to be loved and paid proper attention to before any other part of the body will open up. The examination room felt warm, inviting, and special to Erin. Like somewhat of a hypnotist Dr. Thompson told Erin the breast massage was for her to enjoy and to think of. I felt her pussy respond immediately, squeezing on my fingers as I pumped them in and out rhythmically. All the time the two of us were looking at each other, watching the desperation and desire growing, faces contorting as our moans grew louder. Her hips were grinding hard against my fingers, not realising that I was doing the same. The rhythm of our fingers quickened by the second, becoming more and more turned on. I was tingling all over and knew I’d soon be cumming, wanting my clit to be. And for the first time, them being in a darkened theater together to watch a movie, it does not take long for Emma’s fingers to find their way to Donald’s upper thighs to caress them.There is no one near them in the theater, so Donald decides to play back. His hand reaches up under Emma’s dress, tickling up her thigh to her wet awaiting panties. He leans close to her ear and whispers, “Someone is being a bad girl, how did you get so wet?”Emma giggles quietly as she replies, “Oh Daddy, you can.