What the heck, I would even make sure to pat her with my left hand in passing. The hand I would use to masturbate, of course.As I got up, the music ch...nged to a slow one. That didn’t change much of anything for me. I saw that it did for her though. The big strong guy had recovered from the trauma of his squeezed balls and was heading her way. It seemed this guy had the nerves to ask her for a dance; whatever it was, she declined. I was next to the girl now and it was quite a feeling to be as. Heather was a tall girl, sixteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The type of ripe delight that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her figure. Not with her mother, Honor Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.Her daughter would stay. I reached around and found her bra strap again, wasting no time now in unfastening it. She pushed my chest gently back until I was laying down again, then reached around and slowly, seductively, lifted her bra straps over her shoulders and down to expose her breasts.I lay there in awe as my cousin bared her gorgeous breasts to me for the first time. They looked just as big out of the bra as in, but hanging down more now due to their size, with large, light pink nipples that were already. Each time she clenched her ass the burning sensation grew more intense. "Oh God, it's so hot." You want Auntie to make it better?" Please Auntie?" Sandra scooted up and slid her dress beneath her hips. She wasn't wearing panties. Millie gasped in shock at the sight of the woman's hairy and very wet cunt. "Auntie's hot too," Sandra said. "Maybe if you help cool Auntie's fire, then Auntie will help cool yours." But - but -" Millie sputtered. "I'm not like that." You've admitted already.