My left hand closed over her left breast.My left hand closed over her left breast. She made no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I could massage the slight mound of her nipple straining through the material of her blouse and bra. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing passions. She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh. |