I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. Several times her hands brushed across my belly and breasts. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the July heat. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. Then he kissed her mouth. The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus.