<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br/><br/>Sandra had an easy time with my breasts. Silly me, it seemed like I'd forgotten to wear a bra under my short dress. I wiggled against her, giggle as I felt her grind on me. "I dunno, babe. They all look so delicious." With a wink, I drifted off into the party.<br/><br/>Soon enough, she called to get cake, and I made my way over there, brushing up past several guests and squeezing soft parts on my way. I poured myself a glass of wine, then took up station by the cake itself, to help pass it out. My nipples poked quite visibly through the thin fabric of my dress.