One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skir... a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key role when I jill off. Laying back on the sofa, maybe I’ve kicked my shoes off, legs now apart, skirt further up my legs. I may start to stroke my hairs through my. The shift ended and we took our usual bus route home still thinking about what was said earlier couldnt wait to get home and have a wank "if your not doing anything would you like to get off the bus with me and come to mine for a coffee? sure i said we got to her house i couldnt belive this it seemed too good to be true we got there i took a seat in the living room just a second she said im just going to get changed so i sat waiting patiently she was gone a while then all of a sudden she came. Maybe I’m being too easy on myself. Maybe I'm painting him as a bigger monster than he really is. The petting didn’t start out of nowhere, after all, but it did start small. When my body started to develop beyond the body of a child, around 12, he would call attention to it in front of his friends at the Saturday poker game at our house. “Hey Johnny,” or Billy, or Tommy, or Shane, whoever the the card player sitting next to him was. He’d take a long pull on his beer and say, “Look at this.”. They hung down heavily onto her torso, the nipples pointing slightly outward. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. As soon as my tongue made contact, her nipple turned into a tight fleshy diamond. She stood with her legs on either side of my own and pressed my head into her as I sucked and licked her beautiful breasts like an infant. My hands fell to her waist, and as I ran my tongue down to her navel I could easily smell the musky scent of her boyfriend's come, mixed with her own.