Amie was beside herself now, somewhere, I could tell, between heaven and hell. I opted for heaven, rose from the chair, grabbed her gently and offered...my tongue to her wondering lips, her eyes open, half eager, half wondering. "But we can't..." the words trailed off weakly as I opened her robe, pulling it off her shoulders and revealing her breasts, the nipples as stiff as I'd ever seen or felt them, and laid her back gently against Derek's bare thighs. My hand wandered quickly to between her. This was crazy but I was hooked, and becoming more accustomed to him and more relaxed, 'Would you like me to cum for you', he asked, 'OK', I replied nervously, after all my whole day was based around my fantasy of seeing a man, only this was more exciting, 'Good girl', he said, his eyes glazed and his voice thicker, as sexual excitement in him built up, he had a young girl to watch him and I noted his jerking had become more vigorous.On my left was a rocky outlay that ran out about one. This she was more than willing to do, provided she could keep that pleasure-giving ridge between her thighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moist cunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felt his hand settle down over her breast. Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massag- ing her breast through her clothing! In her three years of married life with Jack, she had been happy in all ways, never had she desired or looked for the attention of any other man, never had. Again he only has to slid his hand downwards just a little to pull up your skirt to caress your legs. So everything goes in one smooth motion.Pyaremohan: Hmm.. you have a point!Mr. Mangeskar: I have a lot of points…. Just imagine how odd it would look if in that love scene the hero presses your breasts over your blouse… but if you are wearing a top, the hero can easily slid his hand inside your top from below and produce a better effect. Do you agree Anita?I nodded with a blushed face. The way.