As I stroked Elsie’s silky white skin so assiduously, I reveled in the innocent delight of fondling those creamy, resilient handfuls. No matter how familiar I was with her little body, how fascinating it still was to cup those pale hemispheres, to feel them soft and yet at the same time springy and firm in my wondering, unashamed hands. There was a selfless joy in caressing her flesh, in stroking my inquisitive fingers along the stiffened nubs which crowned her welcoming mounds. I watched her shiver, and I smiled as my friend pulled her own fingers from the pale silky skin of my bosom… to the crinkled, aching flesh at the tips of my breasts. My n*****s, thick and hardened, tingled deliciously.
It felt so good. Eyes half-lidded, I began to gather Elsie’s puckered rosebuds between my wonder
