Emmy's bountiful blouse came off first then her capris. She was now clad only in brief pale peach-colored panties and a bra to match. As she reached back to unhook the bra, Emmy said: "Now you'll see why I admire your beautiful bosom so much." Her padded bra fell free and Roberta saw that her figure was almost boyish. Her breasts were merely faint swellings, with tiny rust-colored n*****s. Her shoulders were broad and smooth, and Roberta thought: It will seem like a man almost, if I keep my eyes closed. She closed them quickly.
A moment later, Emmy's hands were again on her breasts, this time more roughly, more demandingly, more satisfyingly. The other hand was now boldly caressing the soft gentle mound of her belly then opening her thighs, coursing up and down the smooth, sleek white fle
