Janice reached an arm around behind Todd's neck, help to hold herself against the man's face while they necked.Janice reached an arm around behind Todd's neck, help to hold herself against the man's face while they necked. She could feel his hand working under the felt shirt, trying to get to her tits. With her free hands, she pulled the shirt free from the skirt, clearing the way for his hand. His touch on her nipple was electric. Anna knew the touch would bring her friend a jolt of arousal. It always did for her, so now she projected the knowledge to Janice, and amazingly the sensation was almost identical. Janice's eyes fluttered at each sensation now shooting through her glorious body. Anna began to finger herself, reaching a hand under the short skirt she'd worn. Her finger felt so nice against the swollen clit. She began to feel her own small breasts through the fabric of her blouse, pulling and pinching at the nipples. Janice was humping her hips up and down, using her legs on the back of the couch for leverage. The long legs in motion caused her skirt to fall of it's own accord to uncover the pink panties underneath. Anna's mouth watered seeing the hidden delight exposed. She licked her own lips, applying pressure to help her own arousal along. She couldn't help bucking against her own fingers. Todd managed to undo the front of the felt shirt, revealing a pillowy pair of boobs, still embraced by a bra. He undid the front clasp one handed, and they burst free. The nipples were large as well, his palm just covered one. They were also very stiff from the rubbing and caressing he'd been giving them. Anna watched her friend's breasts bob about as her husband cupped them and squeezed them. She strove to feel the rolling flesh as Janice did, finding herself hotly aroused from the contact her tits felt. She was tapping into the sensations as though Todd was making her, rather than Janice. "Why don't you get undressed," he whispered into Janice's ear, "but leave those lovely shoes on..." Anna started to undress, almost believing it was she that he'd addressed. She undid her blouse revealing her own small breasts, almost as much nipple as other flesh, completely unrestrained by a bra. Janice stood, peeling her skirt and panties down her legs. The shape of her lengthy legs were highlighted as she bent down to slip the clothe over her feet. |