Finding that her jeans were inhibiting his ability to really do very much, he moved his hand and started to push her jeans lower on her thighs.Finding that her jeans were inhibiting his ability to really do very much, he moved his hand and started to push her jeans lower on her thighs. Juliann wanted to protest, but the feel of his mouth on her breast was more important, so she lifted her hips, and allowed Mike to push he jeans down until they were all the way off her legs, and she was laying with her torso fully exposed, and the lower part of her body only covered by her panties. As he moved his hand aimlessly over her torso, and lower over her legs, she began to move and pant in ear- nest. She felt Mike place his hand over her pussy and begin a slow, rhythmic massage. Frightened at this new liberty he was taking, she clamped her thighs together and protested. "No, Mike. Not there, please. I'm scared. Oh . . . it feels . it . . feels . . . so-o-o-o good. Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . please . . . stop." The spreading dampness and the grasping of her pussy told her that she really didn't want him to stop. Mike was able to insinuate a finger so that it was massaging her crack, and as he pushed against her clit with his finger, a mini-orgasm flashed through her, and in reaction she spread her thighs apart. Mike was now able to massage the length of her crack, from the clit all the way down to her virgin hole. As he moved his finger be- tween the lips of her pussy, Juliann began a slow pumping of her hips in rhythm. Her breath was now escaping in panting grunts as she felt herself being taken higher and higher towards the release of orgasm. |