.. You hand me your bra without further prompting. I give you a slight nod because you are learning. I casually toss your red lacy bra onto the booth ...etween myself and the wall. It’s not overly visible, but if our waitress looks close enough, she will definitely see it. I now can see your nipples poking through your shirt, your excitement is quite obvious. “Seeing your nipples poking out is so sexy,” I tell you.Our waitress comes back to take our order, I notice her eyes look down at your. As I was insisting, she hesitantly agreed. She said she would lay down on the sofa. I have cooked up a story and I told NO, it’s better you lay down on the surface or on the bed because I would not bend much to hurt my back. Because if I keep bending to do the massage then I would probably hurt my back. She understood and said you are right.We switched off the TV and took me to her bedroom. She just laid down on saree by pulling down her saree below navel so that it would be good access to me. The kiss was long, endless, when he withdrew, Mandy gasped, her chest heaving as she sought to draw breath.Her eyes were wide and staring still as he pulled his hands free, grabbed the center of her tied blouse and tore it open, letting her hard swollen breasts drop out. His hands immediately captured them, cupping them from beneath, holding them up as his fingers kneaded the gleaming moist flesh.His mouth descended, his lips sliding across her left nipple, then seizing, locking onto it. He. " That's a great metaphor," I said."Shut up and go out with Emily. Seriously, have fun," she said."How much fun can you have at miniature golf?" I asked with raised eyebrow."Go on, goof," she said, settling back onto her bed.We actually did have fun. We played twice; the place had two different courses. Then, we got burgers and fries, sat and talked about school and people, then we hung out and played a few games even had our pictures taken at one of those photo booths. I think Emily wanted it.