Jill sipped tensely at her sherry, barely tasting it.
Leaving the breast he had been caressing, he shifted his hand to the other one. He stroked it, his fingers feeling rough and harsh on her distended n****e. Soon both her t**s were feeling swollen and deliciously aching from the attention.
Her glass was empty. Her mouth was dry. She decided to hurry things along a little. Gently, she eased his hand off her breast and put his arm along the back of the sofa. "Excuse me," she said, holding up her empty glass.
Trying desperately to be casual, she got to her feet and went over to the row of bottles. Her hand trembled as she filled her glass half full. Then she turned and held up the bottle of Scotch, questioningly.
"No thanks," he answered, p Her gentle shrug made her breasts shift sensuo
