Gently feeling the weight and warmth of your fantastic tits...This time you lean down into me, and as my hands fully grasp your tits, your mouth meets...mine, tentatively in the first split second, and then, as my hands caress you, more fully and urgently... your tongue darting along my lips... encouraging and inviting my hands to explore you further....You pull back, momentarily, and stare into my eyes once again, enjoying the sensation of my hands on your tits as they hang down... keeping your. Strong arms wrap around my waist and sweep me off the bed onto my feet. Embracing me, ‘Let’s dance, let me hold you,’ you say. My face nestles into your neck, your cheek rests on the top of my head. Vanilla, pear, and gardenia, my perfume is flirty and softly rises to reach your nose. I hear your breath in my ear. My hair is sleek and smooth, falling just past my shoulders. Remnants of summer sun linger there, on my shoulders and my back. Your closeness leaves goosebumps, every nerve ending is. She lifted her passive hand from the floor and a finger slid straight to her budding clit. The first touch brought forth a rasping gasp that seemed as if it must tear her throat. Mercilessly she rubbed her self while finger fucking herself. The torment to her clit was becoming a rapid tattoo, her legs quivered in uncontrolled rapture. Cries escaped her lips as her orgasm approached. Then she pinched her clit, drawing it forward, pinching the sensitive bud bringing a sharp gasp of indrawn breath. “Well, I'm only two rows behind you. Maybe I'll be 'winner' yet.” Susan chuckled, reaching to pat Polly on the shoulder. Polly let out a sarcastic laugh. Susan looked the board over, and wondered how well she'd fare if she were to give birth first. Looking at Polly, she was worried how much she could physically take- the weight and strain of what was growing inside of her must be getting to her Susan thought.Susan rolled a six, and landed on a star space. She rolled her eyes, and again Polly.