Her own breath was ragged, uncontrolled, even as she felt Mary's face turn towards her. Foreheads resting against one another. The sudden stoppage of her hand, still firmly cupped around the soft, smooth breast she had been caressing. She stopped at the sudden grip. She could feel the small shudders as they travel through the body of the other woman.<br/><br/><strong>"Touch me... please."</strong>She whispers in response to the question.<br/><br/>Her free hand reaching forward, gripping one of Mary's hands and bringing it to her own torso. Turning Mary's hand in her own she brings it palm-first closer and closer. Restrained by the slightly rough cotton of her own blouse, an obvious bra beneath, but still the small, but soft and pliable fleshy mound can be felt. Dark eyes look deeply into the eyes of the close woman.<br/><br/><strong>"I... I want to keep touching each other, it feels so good... When... when we get back to our room do... do you want to... touch and look at each other more?" </strong>She asks.