When Alison stopped I found it so erotic to see her face glistening with my own juices. Alison asked me to feel her. I didn’t need a second invitati...on. I pushed her back on the bed and sat astride her. I ran my hands across her shoulders and started to fondle her breasts. I gently felt her nipples between my fingers. I was surprised because she asked me to tug and twist her nipples. It is something she finds a real turn. I agreed to do it and could see the pleasure in her face as I pulled and. Half an hour later Paul is walking through the hospital carpark and spots Hannah in her car, she looks fed up, but dressed in a nice flimsy black and white dress. He knocks on the window and asks her what she's doing, noticing she has the website open on her phone as he does so, Hannah replies waiting for a friend but think they have blobbed on me in a grumpy tone. Paul being brave points at her phone and says what off that website naughty! Hannah slightly flustered stutters and closes her. The princess stood up and went to his bed, she spoke to the girls again and reached down and pulled the bikini top string of one of the girls, the top fell away and her tits swung over him, she reached over to get some more cream on her fingers and her breasts flattened on his back, the others were undoing theirs and soon he was surrounded by tits off all sizes but the one thing they had in common was the very dark almost black areoles and nipples, I noted that some of the nipples were already. "How about you, sweetie?"Monica looked a little dubious for a moment, then kind of shrugged."Sure."No doubt where Carla stood."Yeah!"I don't know how familiar you are with cheerleader uniforms, but all those stories about bouncing boobs are pretty much not true. There's a stiff front to the uniform, I guess you might even call it a sort of breastplate, that reduces the bounce. It's called a shell or a vest.For us smaller types it doesn't really matter either way, but for the girls who are more.