Why had her right cheek garnered more attention than her left?  Over the years she had forgotten about the little tattoo, out of sight out of mind.  She glanced over her shoulder at him as he trailed kisses up her spine.  Sighing as he leaned her back against him.<br/><br/>The feel of his hands hands closing over her breasts was heavenly.  Sometimes she thought her breasts were a bit too big but in his hands they felt perfect.  Enjoying him kneading her breasts she stood perfectly still for a little while before her hands moved to skim up the side of his legs and hips.  Her hands then slowly slithered their way to his lower cheeks, pushing him forward so his hips came into contact with her rear, humming in admiration as she felt the bulge in his shorts pressing against her.  She shuddered in reaction to his hands caressing her and the feel of him pressed against her.<br/><br/>