Still straddling Sally I moved down her body until I was sitting on her knees.As I did so Sally lifted her hands to cover her exposed breasts in a, to...myeyes anyway, senseless display of modesty. At the time I wondered why she didn'tattempt to remove my tshirt from her face but I now realise she must have thoughtshe would be safer if she didn't see the face of the man attacking her. Sally gave a small cry of alarm as she felt my fingers start to work on herblue jeans, undoing the button and. The suggestive sexy underwear strained to accommodate her. Her knickers rode downwards and were tight around thighs. Her see through t-shirt covered her breasts and about a half of her still blemish free belly - if she pulled it down as much as it would go. This revealed further changes to her poor belly button. It continued flattening out and stretching to the point it was now almost circular. It was now only around a quarter of it’s original depth. The continued pushing out had caused a. I touch the straps of you silk Chemise then trace down the sides under your arm pits and across your ribcage.Slowly I run my fingers with the most gentle of touches up between your breasts and down the other side, continuing in a figure eight around your breasts but not touching them, you moan with delight. I continue three, four, five times teasing but not getting closer to your breasts, then down across your stomach just clipping the top of your knickers before lifting and moving my hand onto. But eventually, after some sophisticated foreplay which I had initiated, she seduced me under the raspberry bushes in the flowering garden when I visited her a few days ago.I had successfully played the nice, eighteen-year-old boy, making her curious after telling about my experiences with mature women. Before, I had not been attracted to her, because her barking voice turned me off. But then, when I ended up helping her to pick the berries, accidentally her perky nipples touched me, and her.