I, in turn, pay attention to her back, running my hands up and down onto her buttocks, where I slide my soapy fingers over her cheeks, squeezing them ...gently as I go.“Now…turn around!”Her sudden, forceful demand makes me jump as she turns me by the shoulders, my back to her now, her hands coming around me and taking hold of my cock as she pulls my buttocks against her belly. Her hands are soaping my cock now, up and down, up and down, as it grows harder and harder. Pushing me away slightly. Deeply. Shivering,I heard ‘ hush’. Cupping my breast with one squeeze she caressed my breast softly. Rubbing my breast gently. I felt my nipple pinched. And tugged. Twisting,pinched harder. Rubbing my breast and nipple..as she rubbed darker my nipple. Caressing and squeezing it. I felt my nipple pulled and pinched.massaged..tenderly. My breast was caressed in hot kisses. A dark massage warmed my nipple.as she rubbed my breasts.pinching . Suckling my breast gently.rubbing...my nipple.biting it.. Tommi had hatedpublic places ever since her original surgery. Being forced to wait inthe most public, highest-traffic place on campus was driving her to thepoint of paranoia.Tommi sat nervously at a table in one of the dining areas, glancingfrequently at her watch between quick peeks around the throng ofstudents. She wondered if this was a fool's errand - she was supposed tomeet a "mentor" from the surrogacy program, someone that Rachel thoughtwould help her cope with life. Tommi had two. My body slammed into hers violently as her delicate hands wrapped around the door handle. We were both a fit of giggles as we struggled to find our way inside. Finally getting the door free, we kicked off our shoes and ran to the bedroom. The excitement seemed to be physically sparking in the air as I closed the door behind me. With the click of the door shutting she stepped towards me, her lips plump. I took in a sharp breath as her arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned into her touch on.