Her breasts hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her appreciation. He laughed, bitter and short. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. Royalty, they said. Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my sex with our new found familiarity. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into full erection. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the July heat.