Her eyes had gone wide, she felt the skin, it was like silken sheets. Perfect, warm, smooth. Her hand was lost, awash in a sea of flesh. Her eyes turned downward even as her hand caused the fleece sweater to bulge, in the dim light of the flickering screen. The screen that now had -none- of her attention provided just enough illumination for her to make out the gentle curves of flesh through the sweater's gap.<br/><br/>Her fingers, slender and dark were eager, very eager as they are guided up to the mound of soft flesh. She turned her own head, allowing her forehead to rest against the side of Mary's head. Locks of black hair falling downward mixing and flowing with the other girl's own hair. Her breath was loud, and hot. Lips tender and soft parted for just a moment as she brings them to the side of the other girl's face.<br/><br/><strong>"God... it's so soft..." </strong>She murmurs into the ear of her new found friend.<br/><br/>Fingers trace the lower 'curve' of the breast she had been guided to. Slow, and deliberate movements. Her fingers finally 'cupping' the mound of flesh, hefting it ever so slightly as if judging it's size and weight by feel.<br/><br/><strong>"I... ah... If you'd like to touch me too, I'd like that."</strong>She whispers.