Lowering my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. ...I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch longer and a little louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the. At last I sit up, a little groggy. I’m so glad I live alone at times like this. My hair must look a mess and my eyes will be bloodshot from the tears. But I can sort myself out and find clothes in my own time. Where is my phone? I guess that’d be wherever I hurled my handbag. I pad through to the living room, grab the phone, and flop back down on my bed. I’ve got messages. A few of the brave ones from work have congratulated me. Well done for standing up to her, Emma. Brave girl, hun, call me. "Well what do you want to know?" she replied, "do you want to know who I snogged or who squeezed my tits?" No of course not," I said, "did you get your tits squeezed then?" No I didn't," she said, "I thought I leave that for you to do as you paid for my night out, I thought I give you the prize of being the first." Thank you sis," I said, "I would consider it a great privilege to be the first to give your luscious tits a good squeeze." Go on then," she said closing her eyes and screwing up her. What I wanted to do was to get them so discouraged and disoriented as to give up on us and move on. Barring that, to get enough of a lead on them following me, to allow the ladies time to get down to civilization.Don’t get me wrong. If needs be, I wouldn’t think twice about sending any one or all three to St Peter’s judgment. But, given a choice, I’d rather hang them out to dry and then let the law handle them. If Inspector Richards and the entire Department of Justice got their collective.