your hands fall to your lap and.your hands fall to your lap and... oh, god, i forgot you weren't wearing a bra. i wait for my pulse to relax, gazing at you, your beautiful face looking up to me, your hands clasped in your lap, and your bare breast grinning at me as if to say, are you sure you don't have an ulterior motive? no, i do not, and i carefully plunge on, though not without first regretfully caressing the cleft between your breasts as i gather you into my arms and stand you up. |