Jim's large hands fumbled with the buttons on the blouse, before he managed to slip it away from Sharon's petite torso. He curled his hands under the edge of the tight little t-shirt and slipped it over head with minimal struggle and a mock cry of resistance.
And nothing happened. Sharon's featherweight body was still featherweight, but now tantalizingly topless. Her proportionately massive breasts didn't need a bra, and now-bare nipples hardened in the air. She gave a little twist in his lap and Jim's arousal reacted with more blood reaching his cock and less blood reaching his brain.
"So, was there a reason you wanted my shirt off? Or is the eye candy just that sweet?" Sharon said with a cute smile.
Wed Aug 15 22:16:26 2007