The girl sat quietly embarrassed by the tirade, clearly wishing she had said nothing about it. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. Yet, it felt so strange. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. She was a girl of saturnine beauty, sharp-nosed, with delicate bones that he dreamt of breaking. The washcloth lining her palm felt wonderful cupping my breasts and pulling gently at the stiff points. Deep inside, she laughed. Her senses were alert to another prescense. |