She didn’t flinch, or back away. He boldly groped at her breasts. A mix of shock and pleasure squeaked from her lips. What was happening was so unt...hinkable that her brain couldn’t quite register what was going on. She should’ve pulled away, slapped him, screamed, anything, but she didn’t. The heat of her desire induced by his touch added to the sweltering warmth of the weather. She allowed him to push her against the large tree behind her. The rough bark of the trunk scratched against her. "What's funny, babe?" she looked at me quizzically.She was so blissfully unaware that she was the focus of my attention. It was one of the things I most loved about her. An almost child-like naivete, an innocence which was enchanting, bewitching."Nothing, my love. I was just thinking how beautiful you look today."I swear she blushed slightly as she grinned coquettishly and turned back to the window, lifting dishes and stacking them neatly until there was room in the sink to wash them.Now with. Christine says ''You know what i like''but Dean add''I do but i want you to beg me to fondle you,i want you to tell me what you did feel when i slide my hand inside your shirt the first time in the basement''Christine is longing to get manhandled and start to say something that she never confessed to anybody'I REMEMBER YOUR EXCUSE,YOU NEEDED TO HIDE A DOLLAR COIN,SO YOU ASKED ME TO PUT IT IN MY BRA''Dean is caressing Christine shoulders...IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WAS WEARING A BRA AND I DID. When her blouse is only half open, she lifts her bra-clad breasts out, so they are framed in the opening. She leans in towards you, putting her mouth by your ear."Go ahead, feel them." Your hands trail up her body from her hips. When your hands reach her breasts you begin playing with them, squeezing softly and lifting them. She continues to unbutton her shirt. She sheds it, and tosses it aside. She grabs hold of your hands and gently removes them from her breasts. She climbs off of the bed and.