He seemed stumped for a second, being confronted with her perfect tits that are round like teardrops and pointed with pretty pink nipples that match her lips. He regained his composure by moving to grope her left breast. Massaging it in a gentle grip, occasionally brushing the pad of his thumb over the hard nub. She shivered whenever he did so and moved his face up to kiss her. Her breath caught after each sensitive pinch. His grip on her dress and knickers tightened again and she felt something gush between her thighs. 