Mariarosa approaches him, hands him a glass and with a towel, breathing with a bit 'of breathlessness, begins to dry his chest, under the gaze of him ...that seems particularly ambiguous.Then, trying to wipe his shoulders too, he ends up rubbing against him, and simultaneously, feels his nipples stiffen again and the flap of his shorts grow thick and press against his belly.Once again the turmoil of half an hour before and the lack of clarity and control. She picks up a moment later when she feels. For example, it was very common to me that when I go to some woman's office to make an enquiry or deliver something, that I would be met with an abundant amount of cleavage. Women around here seem to have a habit of looking up at me from their desks with their arms pushing their tits together and up to show what they have.I've even had women drop things on the floor and reach down for them which made their billowy shirts separate from their bra-clad mammaries and a couple of occasions braless. Her breasts were proudly on display. They weren’t as perky as I remembered, but the little sag in them didn’t take away from how sexy they looked behind the tightness of the dress. Her legs were bare, I wondered if she was wearing a thong or nothing at all. My hunch was that she wasn’t wearing anything under the form-hugging dress. The blue suede, five inch stilettos, complimented her long, toned legs. My cock stirred and throbbed beneath my pants. “Come in, Bianca. You look lovely,” I grinned. " Bill pulled Ray-ray back to his side."Then I have an assignment, you two." Tiffany made eye contact with both of them. "Each of you will have a sleep study course on how to fuck a really pregnant woman." Both men nodded. "Good, then let's get going." Tiffany strode ahead."At least it wasn't Leslie," offered Ray-ray."I know. This message was much better received while standing." Bill paused, then added, "Not having a bruised ass makes the bruised ego easier to handle."They exchanged glances,.