I went back in for the kiss as I moved my hand under her top and slightly lowered her bra. I could feel her nipple now, she loved it.She took her card...gan, top and bra off. We moved to my bed and she lay down on it. I straddled her for a while, sitting lightly on her stomach whilst she stare at me. It was teasing her. I could see her begging for it, but I just sat there because I knew it made her crave it more.I started to lightly kiss her nick, moving slowly down to her breasts and to lick her. “Yes, that too.” And Claire hugged me close, as we shared some much-needed humor after all the evening’s erotic intensity.With Claire hugging me tightly, her big boobs were now crushed against my chest. Enjoying the wonderfully soft, spongy feel of her 36-Cs against my own skin, I couldn’t resist. I reached out and lifted one of her boobs to feel it’s full weight. Claire knows I love her big boobs, and she just smiled as she felt my hand weigh and squeeze her. I wanted to roll her nipples, to. "She looked at me, "But I also knew that when we made love – oh, okay then, when we had sex - in the context we’re talking, it certainly was sex not love! When we had sex I loved it. And when I was pregnant I wanted even more and you weren’t there. No. I’m not blaming you, please understand that, but let’s just say that your absence didn’t help things at all. However, I do understand that I could and should have stopped things before they got out of hand. But I also knew being pregnant my life. "Unbelievable," he muttered lecherously.The guy turned and looked back outside, listening and looking. It was getting later in the night by then, and save for the sound of the odd car on the road out the front, everything was still and quiet. He turned back towards me, grinning wickedly, and took the few steps to be standing over me. His hands went to my shoulders, and then slid lightly down over my breasts, my belly, and to my wet, gaping pussy. A couple of fingers entered and explored my oh.