You had striking, long, tanned legs, that crept up to a sexy, short denim skirt. Your little, light blue shirt was just as intoxicating. It held your ...large breasts upright, showing just enough outline of your perfect nipples. The first few top buttons were unbuttoned, producing a sweet view of your deep cleavage. My hand,unconsciously went to the growing bulge in my shorts, pushing it down. You pranced my way, looking over my shoulder while nonchalantly brushing your nipples across my back.. If they questioned it, she would just play dumb and say "I didn't think you meant everything!" She undressed down to her lacy, well fitting panties and put the thin exam gown on with the opening in the back as the nurse had instructed. She tied the strings around her neck and the one at the small of her back to keep it closed somewhat but the one in the middle of her back she couldn't reach. Brooke wished the doctor would hurry up–she wanted to get home and call Mr. Barstow to tell him she had. He sensed that she was falling and steered her over to the bed. Shari lay down on her back with her father crouching over her body, his hands feeding her aching tits into his mouth. He sucked her nipples finally, first bringing one to hard rubbery stiffness with his pulling lips, then nearly swallowing the other one.Shari was delirious with lust. She squirmed and whimpered helplessly, feeling the warm waves of sexual pleasure sweep through her young body. Her trembling hand found his belt. Thank you very much.” “They’re not quite Belgian,” he knew she loved European chocolate, “but I’m assured they’re pretty nice.” He knew lots about her, their easy conversations ranged far wider than the piano lessons Greg paid for. He also delighted in the wonderful aroma that met him every time he walked into Jen’s home. Her perfume: Opium. Far from being an expert on scents, Opium was one perfume he could never forget. His first girlfriend used it and it had left such an impression.