" Icould sense the girls were about to tease me about kissing boys, butthey stopped - I think because I got so upset about the boob remark.I thought ...adly that the shopping excursion had come to an end, but mymom had a few concerns. "So, I think we're going to have to get yousome more footwear - because you don't want to be wearing your balletslippers outside, that's the way to quickly ruin them! And with whatwe're spending on tights, I think you should have some shoes to weararound the. My left hand found its way down to the left side of the hem of the tee shirt and I raised her shirt up a little, feeling her belly, her navel. She opened her lips as my fingers ran over them, and I held my fingers to her mouth. Her tongue came out slowly but purposely and she licked my fingers playfully.I reached further up her shirt and found her right breast and caressed it. I massaged her tit, then the other, then back to the first as I bent a finger and pressed it into her mouth. Moaning,. She sat down and gave me some real bad news, the bartender had died. I was pretty shook up and she offered to stay at my table and talk. For the rest of the evening the only time she left the table was to do a dance on the stage. She didn't have real big breasts but she did something that caught my attention. During one of her dances she gave a squeeze to one of her boobs and a tiny white drop appeared on the nipple.Did I mention that along with big boobs I have a deep fantasy about. I pull back, my lips sliding to the tip of your tongue and then I suck it back into my mouth. You moan and your cock twitches inside me, demanding attention. I squeeze my muscles in long slow contractions around you. You move your hands to my ass and pull me hard against you, grinding into my cunt. I release your mouth and watch the intensity of your pleasure reflected in your face. You realize I’m watching you and you give me a wicked grin. I wonder what’s going through your mind. You indicate.