. . Needless to say I decided not to turn in just yet after all. Then I started to let my fingers stray a little bit under her shirt with each pass until I was confident that I could feel the softer area around her left breast. Her hand was resting on my bare chest and her right leg was resting on top of mine. I ran my hands from her knees up her thighs and then under the bottom of her shirt. “But I don’t have big boobs to watch,” she protested. I continued slowly down over her chin then ever so gently down next to the top of her shoulder before running into the fabric of her shirt (or my shirt actually). She grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it over her shoulders without buttoning it. “Let me wet it for you,” she said moving her head upwards so that it was even with my stiff erection. I was putting more and more pressure against her young pussy with my fingers and was getting a little further each time. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me and immediately cuddled up to me.
