<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br/><br/>The stripper didn't interest me, either.  My tastes ran to the female body. Fortunately, there were plenty of those here, too. Like the one I was sitting on. I giggled as I leaned back against Sandra. "Alright, I can wait. Better not be for<em>too</em>long, though."<br/><br/>I giggled again as she scolded me. "Mm, yes, wouldn't want him to slip and hurt himself, would we." My words turned into a gasp--the pleased kind--as she closed her hand on my runaway breast. "Mmm. Remind me to force you have to cover my breasts more often."<br/><br/>Under me, I squeezed her thighs with my hands. I did so love her body.