Bobby kept looking down at them since we began kissing. I, too, was aware that they seemed to be even harder than normal today. Maybe it was because o...f his kisses, or maybe because I had no bra on. Either way, it was having a profound effect on both of us.As he unbuttoned the last button I began to wonder how far we would be going today. I felt his hands slide under my shirt and push it to the side. I didn’t look down but I knew my breasts were now clearly visible to Bobby.Even though we didn’t. " I pause for a second then say "No, I take that back! Probably the number is closer to fifty or sixty!" Monica starts moving her fingers faster up and down her pussy, then she begs me to continue my story. I think about where I left off, then say "For example, yesterday, we were fucking on the living room floor. I was laying on my back with him on top of me. When he climaxes, he is supposed to pull his cock out of me and shoot his wad on my stomach, but he did not! He suddenly stops and I can. We ordered soup with starters and my left arm went around her to caress her breasts under her dress. The bra had added three cup sizes to her already large breasts. I wanted to bend down and start sucking on them.Anyway, I kept massaging them discreetly and we went onto the main course. My hand went down to her skirt, slipped in and I reached her thigh. Then with a jerk, I moved my hand between her thighs. She had worn no panty. I raised my eyebrow and she whispered, “Yes, now go inside.”So. She was loath to give it more than a barely noticeable hunch of her softly curved shoulders lest she be seen as a weak-kneed cunt unable to brave the elements.Her legs were sensibly encased in a leather sheath of the supplest of sheepskins and she wore a tunic trimmed with the fur of a devilish little fox that had made away with a precious chicken in the middle of the night one time too many.The screech of an owl broke the silence of the cold night air. Despite her determination, Gabriela.