Jillian was also completely engrossed in the moment, as she started to kiss Anastasia more and more passionately, the groping of her chest getting progressively more intense until she eventually removed her hands from the mounds for long enough to slip her hands under the thin running shirt that she was wearing, gripping  the bare skin underneath and letting a soft moan slip from her lips at just how good they felt in Jillian's hand, how soft they were, how well they molded to her grip as she squeezed them passionately. Her body began to get hotter at a much faster rate, and she began to shift around on top of Anastasia, grinding their bodies together a small bit.<br/><br/>.................................................<br/><br/>Julian nodded, listening to her talk about the mindset that her grandfather was in after the loss. "Well, it's nice that he can take it so well, and again, I'm sure that you'll do fantastic out there. Hey, you've got one fan, at least." Julian chuckled gently, not really surprised that she would try and order a modest lunch. Before the waitress had a chance to walk away, Julian rose an eyebrow at her. "You sure that's all you want? Money's not a real problem with me, you don't have to hold back on my behalf."