They were full, almostperfectly round. The nipples were high, almost like small pebbles. Ilonged to touch them and suck on them but did not dare.Susa...n saw my eyes linger and reached down and took my hand. She held ittight to her left breast. Her eyes were closed as she manipulated myfingers for her pleasure. The nipple was extremely hard. I heard herbreathing in small gasps."That's enough for now," she stated. I let my arms drop to my side andmy eyes fell to the floor, either out of. Fuckin flapdoodle motherfuckers. Well, I got a story and at the end you judge whether I'm a mook or the real fuckin' deal.Starts in 1982 - with a fine piece of New Jersey ass dancin' on a table....Dolores was stood on the table, red kitten heels, net bodystocking, cascading blonde hair and a sexy pout --me? I was uncomfortable--hot as hell in that room and she was making it hotter.Dolores was a fine piece of ass and she had certain attributes and abilities that went with the ass- hell, she. Suddenly we are both aware of movement from the bed. Nicole’s hand has definitely started to work its magic. Does she know we’re there, watching? Is she awake? That she is masturbating is not in doubt as, although her breathing remains regular, it is now deeper in tone and shorter in intake.This is my moment, the moment I dreamt of. I hold out my hand as if I’ve opened a door and am politely waving someone through the opening. This could be the opening of a new door of opportunities or. I am sure that things I would notice later were also there, but at the time all I was only aware of the bed. Well, I didn’t really notice the bed itself in any detail, either. It was there, and both of us seemed to fit on it. To be honest, that was the extent of my interest in my surroundings at the time.She pushed me against it, and I slumped into a seated position as she lowered herself to her knees. Her hands reached out for my penis, the tips of her fingers just touching together around it..