She leaned back into me, arching her back so her head was resting on my shoulder. I held my position inside of her and began kissing her neck. She beg...n purring almost like a kitten as I let my hands wander over her body. I grabbed a handful of breast over her dress; she had just enough to fill my palm. Her nipples were like diamonds poking into my soft flesh. My other hand dug under her dress and started twiddling her clit. Her soft purrs quickly turned into low moans. I continued my fondling. Phir didi ne aane per puchha “tum sexy movie dekhna chahoge ?” phir mene muskurate hua kaha “haa!” per didi boli ek shaart per “mene pucha konsi” wo boli “muje tum apna lund chusne ko dogo to” aur muje sexy najaron se dekhni lagi mein bola thik hai aur bola “per aap bhi muje apko dekhna ka moka dena hoga”.Phir hum sexy mood aa rahe the tabhi mami ne muje bulaya mein jane laga to didi ne muje pakda aur pucha “to batayon ki kab doge” phir didi per dekhta hi raha gaya shayad wo bahut jada hi. They were immense, upswept conical torpedo-boobs, absurdly firm, crowned with wide, softly swelling areolae, smooth and shiny and the same colour as the rest of her skin. Her nipples, like Emma’s, were dimpled indentations at their centres. ‘I’ve had these since I was sixteen. You can imagine the trouble they caused. Never wore a bra, even in P.E. When any boys finally got to see them, they’d spent so long fantasising about them that they’d lose control straight away.’ Emma nodded. "I made love to her breasts for quite a while, our bodies often swaying to the music of a torch song. Sometimes, we'd stand apart just enough so her erect nipples grazed my chest; sometimes, just enough so we could stare into each other's eyes, reading each other's hopes and desires for our future together perfectly. Time ceased to have any meaning or relevance; all that existed was the two of us, our love, and the passion we felt. We were connected on so many levels my heart soared. The arc of.