Taking one hand from her waist, Mike moved it between their bodies until it cupped around one of her breasts.Taking one hand from her waist, Mike moved it between their bodies until it cupped around one of her breasts. Slowing squeezing and massaging it caused the nipple to press into his palm through the flimsy material of her bathing suit. When Juliann felt his hand on her breast, she began to pant and jerk with a growing and all encompassing passion. Mike's hand on her breast, and the the movement of his hips against her was becoming too much. "Mike, oh Mike. . . .Yess, . . . that's it . . . my darling. Go slow, but don't stop. . . . Oh, . . . that . . . feels . . . so nice . . Mike, . . . oh . . . please. |