You continued to make the most casual of conversation. With your arms folded under your breasts like that, somehow or other, your thumb started to mov...e, almost unnoticeably, across your nipple. I got hard as soon as that nipple did. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your breast. No one else could see that my knuckles began to replace the stimulation of your thumb. You smiled and leaned forward. Her nipples, when they were hard, which they did sometimes during the night as she slept, were about the same diameter as the eraser on her pencils, and extended about that same length from her breasts. She covered all this up with a 34 B cup bra.Her stomach was perfectly flat and led to a moderately developed blond bush, that was neither too dense nor too wiry. It was a blond downy patch, that as expected only grew to the width of her bikini bottom, about 4 inches, and never needed trimming.. Then he laughed. "To think what I could have done in the Senate if I had but a fraction of your magic." He watched the old woman's eyes, and saw a flicker of concern. "Oh, don't fret, young lady," he said with a smile, still enchanted with his soft voice. "I was just thinking of a few votes that might have turned out a little differently had some of my distinguished colleagues had the same experience I'm having." The word 'distinguished' was laced with venom, anger at his treatment by. I had my basket partially full of beautiful salad fixings and was standing in line to pay when I felt a small spasm inside my vagina. Immediately I felt a warm lubrication between my legs and a small gasp escaped my lips. Fortunately, no one heard me. With every movement of my legs, I could intensely feel both the obvious ease of the movement due to the lubrication, as well as a growing itch inside me that made my body flush, and a sweat to break out everywhere at once. My immediate thought was.