With Hands Like Feathers

Liz pulls me up straight, raises my hands over my head, slips my sweat shirt over my head and drops it on the floor. When I lower my arms, my unhooked bra slips off my shoulders. She stands in front of me, inspecting my naked breasts. I hold my stomach in, shoulders black and stick them out. I hope she likes them. She smiles and places a hand on each of my breasts. She moves them around all over my chest. She holds each nipple and shakes my breasts. Oh, it feels so good! I return to her breasts, as I slide my hands all over them and press them against her rib cage. I can't believe how good it feels to play with breasts. No wonder boys were always after mine when I was younger.           
            Rick walks up behind me. It startles me because I was so wrapped up in Liz, I forgot he was here!   He places his hands on the elastic waistband of my sweat pants and slides them down to the floor along with my panties. l step out of them while still holding Liz's supple breasts. Rick moves behind Liz, unfastens her skirt, lowers it and her panties. She never releases my breasts as she steps out of them. One hand leaves my breast and finds my pubic region, clasps a handful of my soft hairs and pulls me close to her. She kisses me full on the mouth, this time with much passion. Her finger sinks between my engorged outer lips, slides to my wet orifice and enters me. "Ooohhhh......................" I spread my legs wider so that she will have no trouble getting as deep into me as possible.

She slides her finger out of me, glides it all over my genitals, exploring every nook and cranny, then back between my lips to my clit. "Oooohhhh yes ........ yes ...... yes ......... oh YES!" My hands leave Liz's precious breasts and I wrap my arms around her beautiful body and hug her tight, pressing our breasts together. My legs are so weak; I have to hold on to Liz to keep from losing my balance.