“Of course I do Amy.”
I squeezed her shoulder tighter, drawing her in a little closer into me.
“Let’s take it slowly then and wait until you feel… ready. I’m fine with that Amy. I just feel lucky to be around such a nice and attractive woman like you,” I said.
“That’s sweet… Jim?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Your hand on my shoulder…It’s… kind of… pinching my skin.”
“Oh… I’m terribly sorry Amy. Forgive me,” I said, embarrassed, immediately letting go of my grasp on her shoulder.
“That’s OK. My skin is very sensitive. I bruise easily, like a grape,” she said, laughing.
We kissed some more and I tried my best to refrain from touching her intimately, though I couldn’t help caressing my inner palms lightly over her swollen areolas once or twice and cupping her lovely full breasts in my hands. I
