Her skin was nice, even with the pink blotches of agitation crawling up from her collar. Her eyes could be beautiful if she'd ever dare to accentuate ...hem — and use them properly. Paula sure had a sensual mouth, but right then it was drawn into a thin, bitter line.Her purple blouse must have been last season's trend — or was it the season before? Anyway, when it reached the off-the-rack shops it must finally have looked safe enough for her to wear it — buttoned up and wide enough to disguise. When I felt her hand cover mine and her ass move back against my already rigid member, I nearly lost it.She gave no outward sign that some sort of barrier had just crumbled between us. If anyone had seen my face at the moment, there would have been no way to explain the mixture of pain from trying to hold a bucket load of cum inside with muscle control alone, and the rhapsody I was hearing above our singing.If I had any doubts whether the contact was intended or a wonderfully inadvertent. These didnt shrink back, they grew longer and slivered up over her hairless mound, over her belly and started to circle her breasts. One of them found her left nipple and drew itself in tightly around it, squeezing her nipple and pulling it up, suddenly the other tendril found her right nipple and did exactly the same. Eyes wide open Ellie starred down at her breasts, green tendrils wrapped tightly round her nipples, pulled taught. They were elongated to such an extent they were starting to. I kissed the fabric over her mound causing the biggest moan yet. I hooked my fingers in the top of her thong, and slowly pulled it down, brushing her shaven pussy as I did so. I then moved yet lower, and began kissing her inner thighs. I ever so gradually moved upwards, yet again causing her to moan in anticipation. Eventually I kissed the outside of her lips, moving from one to the other, and then licking the length of her slit, deliberately missing her clit. By now her whole body was burning.