John felt her leg come up to try and block his knee strike, but as he'd figured his height was working to his advantage and  she couldn't get her leg high enough to block it.  Courtney seemed to realize the same thing as she brought her hand down and it deflected hi knee away from her stomach...which left her unable to do anything about his palm strike and he felt it strike home on her left breast, sinking into the pliant flesh, which seemed to be unprotected by a bra, only a thin tank top shielding it from hsi strike, which of course was not much protection at all.<br/><br/><i>She's not wearing a bra. </i>John realized with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. Excitement due to the fact that Courtney was a pretty girl and he'd practically felt up her boob...and embarrassment for exactly the same reason. John had expected as much...he hadn't glimpsed a bra when he'd gotten a peek down her shirt earlier...but as his hand struck home it left no doubt in his mind.<br/><br/>The close contact was not an advantage he was going to give up.  He pushed his embarrassment aside and made a fist with his hand, attempting to grab a hold of her shirt so he could use it for leverage. If successful...he could use that to yank her body forward, forcing her to trip over his leg and send her to the ground...where he coudl fall on top of her, hopefully pinning ehr there.