Wrong. Nightshirt-clad little thing raised the covers and crawled back in, not saying a word. Equally silently, she pushed up against me, facing me, h...er arms folded to her chest between us.I lay there, moved my arm at my side. It wasn't particularly comfortable."Your arm. You can put it over me. I do not mind," a soft voice said."Are you sure?" I am sure." Lita, this is difficult..." Why? Am I causing you pain? Do you not like me?" I like you plenty. That is causing me difficulty."In the dim. Her breasts were nice; I could tell that she worked out on a regular basses. My hands gently caressed her shoulders and then moving my hand slowly down her chest I started massaging her breast. Her nipples were already erect, and my fingers gently squeezed her nipples. I moved her to the bed and my lips moved to her neck, then down her chest, and to her nipples. In my head I kept thinking, “take your time and don’t rush.” But while I was not a virgin, it had been some time since I’d been with a. It felt like my cock should have leapt to attention, but it hadn't.My hands roamed lower, to the satin shorts of the pajama bottoms, only to find smooth, silky satin from my belly button to between my legs. I pulled down the short satin pajama bottoms and gazed at my crotch. Gone was my dick and balls! In their place was a neatly trimmed pussy, framed with soft blonde pubic hair. I stared for what must have been minutes. Then, just to satisfy myself that I wasn't seeing things, I felt that. The tender teasing had Liz whimpering for more, and Tess gave it willingly, not only for Liz’s enjoyment but also for her own, she loved hearing what she was doing to the brunette. Her tongue reached out in a long, languid lick, sampling the sweet taste.“Oh, Tess,” Liz purred. She was revelling in the warm waves of delight that rocked her body and soul with every stroke of Tess’s skilled tongue. It was as if Tess’s mouth moved over her in slow motion, bringing the flesh at the point of contact.