I responded the same to her. We kept hugging with other. And I asked her that can I keep my hands on ur breasts? She was a bit shocked and said no. I ...knew she’s a bit afraid. But she wouldn’t say no. …After few mins she asked me why did I ask? So I just replied the truth. I did read it somewhere that most men kiss keeping one hand on the girl’s breast.That’s y I asked you. She just blushed and said all right.. u can.. Well I was always eager to touch a girl’s breast. So I softly did touch it. I gasped out in surprise, his orgasm seemed to be endless, rope after rope spewed onto me, he shot what looked like big, clumps of cum up to my neck, adorning me with a dirty pearl necklace ( more like 4 peal necklaces) before adjusting his aim to cover both my fleshy, globes in his sticky, white jizz.“ omg, do you ever stop?”, I shouted out in shock and giggled as he kept stroking until the last few drops spilled out over my upper stomach ( god I was a mess and loved it).“ fuck, sorry, its. The arresting officer had decided which one would most like be the one to crack. He could be wrong and they might have to go back for the other one, but I doubted it seriously. For one thing soldier one knew there was nothing to prevent him being tortured to death, since there was a second one available for continued interrogation.I entered the darkened observation room which was attached to the interrogation room. The prisoner was led into the chamber. Everything about that chamber where he. “You’ve gotten just as bad as they say…” She scolds playfully. I’m not hungry anymore. “You don’t know that half of it.” He laughs loudly. I jerk up watching him in awe. It’s the first time I’ve seen him really laugh in years. It's beautiful and gives his face a boyishness more suited to his age. My chest burns with envy at how easily the princess brings out the best in him. “To that I am sure.” She doesn’t argue or press for more information like I would. The rest of dinner passes without a.