The second their lips touched again, on Riley's command, more or less, it was as if every sensory receptor in Molly's body was turned up to eleven out of ten. Her hips began to move, slowly rocking her crotch back and forth against the lower parts of Connie's abdomen. At the same time she was pressing her breasts into the uniformed brunette's. This way she did not allow much room for the woman whose hands were exploring the naked skin on her back to grope her breasts but, nipples were rubbing against nipples and within the shared breath of the kiss there were soft  moans coming from them both. For a moment it was as if they were the only two in the room, two strangers thrown together by chance, into a vortex of lust. It was a sensation Molly was quite familiar with because of her predisposition for becoming enamoured. In love with love, some might explain it, and perhaps that was the simple truth of the matter. She had never truly asked herself why, as with so many other traits of her personality, only concluded once and for all that it was who she was.<br/><br/>And finally, with mere seconds left on the allotted time, there they were, Connie's hands on her breasts. A single exploratory grope for Connie to take in shape, weight and texture of Molly's breasts before leaving her with the pleasant sting of a double nipple tweak that had Molly groaning out loudly with pleasure and then a sigh of disappointment as Connie's lips disengaged from her own. It had been an eternity in thirty seconds but still so far from enough that it was with the utmost reluctance Molly rose to her feet and slowly backed away from the brunette's lap. When she sat back down on the couch her nipples were rock hard and tingling from the tweak and her crotch was almost pulsing with desire.<br/>"At least," Molly agreed.<br/>"But I'm sure we'll have the opportunity for both seconds and thirds before the night is over."