His hands reached out and his fingers touched the soft warm skin of her hips. As if he was examining a piece of art his fingers trailed the outline of... her hipbone, curved around her waist and glided upwards to cup her breasts. The twin globes rested in his hands, their warm weight seemingly connected to his erection, making it twitch anew. To his surprise she closed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her lips. ‘You know you shouldn’t, don’t you?’ His hands appeared to have a will of their own.. She really liked it, or she was as good an actress as she hoped. At that moment I put aside all my questions of who and why, and decided to live out my Jane Russell fantasy. I didn’t care if she was faking. I wasn’t. And since this most likely was a onetime event, I was going to make it a once in a lifetime event. An amazing event I couldn’t tell my grandchildren, but would reminisce about in my old age when I couldn’t get it up anymore. So I set about worshiping fantasy Jane’s breasts. My. She took a bottle of shampoo and handed it to me. "Wash myhair," she said and turned her back towards me. I carefully shampooedher hair and while I did that, she used a citrus shower gel to wash herbody. When her hair and body were done, she stepped out of the showerand told me to wash myself and then clean up the bathroom.When I was done in the bathroom I came into the bedroom where the girlswere lounging on their mattresses wearing either babydolls or pajamas.Tracy handed me a beautiful,. It was a secret within a secret, one that no one wanted to admit to, and everyone wanted.One night, at Barbara's house, there was a slumber party that Brenda had missed. The chat topic meandered to Brenda, naturally, and Michelle had blurted out, "Ooh, I would kill for some kissing lessons from that girl." Peals of nervous and uncertain laughter followed, and the girls lolled on their pillows, socked feet waving in the air in their nighties and panties as they penetrated the night with fantasy.