I was propped up on the pillows watching her. She reached out her hands for me and when I took them in mine, she pulled me to the side of the bed. She...released my hands then reached down to use her fingers to separate my knees. She moved in to stand between them. Her breasts were at my eye level. The top of her bra barely covered her nipples and I could see how hard they were as they strained to break through the material. Her breasts were large as were her nipples. The area was dark around. His fingers fiddled with her tit tips like he was working radio dials. When he told her to turn his face so he could kiss her, Melissa did so with no hesitation.Melissa didn’t noticed when Lorraine knelt in front of her but she could feel the woman’s fingers working the snap and then the zipper of her blue jean skirt. Soon it was loose and slipping down her legs. Lorraine lifted one foot and then the other, allowing Melissa to step free of the garment.Melissa’s body was shuddering and her. "Valerie?" I pretended I wasn't hearing anything. Someone shook my shoulder gently. "Valerie, wake up, hon. Bobby'sout of surgery." I vaguely remembered that this should have some sort of meaning inmy life, and I thought about it for a minute. "Nnn?" I decided I was going to have to open my eyes. When I did,it took me a little to figure out the weird perspective. *I'm leaningagainst something,* I finally decided. "Valerie?" asked Travis, from under me. Was I lying on. This story is the first of many, and we hope you enjoy. Last week my husband took me out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. While we were getting dressed he told me he wanted some E.X. so I put on a short, tight skirt with tights, boots and a sweater. The sweater was the type that most would wear with an undershirt I did not. It was cold, but the air was almost refreshing on my bare nipples, that poked through the holes in the sweater. We enjoyed our dinner, but about half way through our.