His tongue laps at my nipples; harden by both desire and the chilled night air. Gently sucking on my nipples, his warm hand cups my other breast, gent...y kneading causing desire to course through my body. I’m panting with desire and all I can think is that I want more. Now. Andre must be reading my mind. “Let’s go inside, I’ll get you some more champagne,” Andre says. Not like I need any more. Andre walks over to the bottle he left out on the table, fills our glasses again, then come back. She had considered sexy, matching heels, but decided that was a little too much.She could almost feel his hungry stare as she stepped back, stretched her arms overhead, and then slowly ran her hands down her body. One last brief, battle with nerves gave her pause, but she pushed through the fear of shame to reach behind her back. She imagined him gasping as she popped the clasp of her bra, and then again as she slipped it off her shoulders, baring her breasts.She squeezed the firm mounds and. The more she thought about the problem, the easier her mind drifted towards sex. I got Myesha off, but I didn’t do anything for myself. I’m just still horny, she thought as she felt her lust again rising. At least, that’s a problem a little more easily solved. She laid down on her bed and idly started to touch herself as she toyed with thoughts of Beth. What was it about that girl that excited her so much? Her hair? It did smell nice. She didn’t remember ever smelling it, but as she thought. . nothing was free.This day was different.The cute little blond with the heart-shaped lips did not look through him, but at him. Yeah, he was 'annoyed, ' but intrigued. And decided there was something worth checking out at the library after all.He sauntered in, pushing his right sleeve up to his elbow, and looked around. Craig Miller made it a point not to tread so loudly, but the hushed echo of his boots could still be heard by sensitive ears. The proof? The gray-haired lady with too much.