Blog Blogger: CAM CRUSH skootched up behind her so her back was almost against my chest, and gently cupped her breasts with my hands. A quiet intake of her breath, but she stayed with me, and I simply let my fingers wander over her, feeling her nipples respond, enjoying the sensation of warm, firm, yielding skin, doing little more than exploratory caressing. And then I stopped.
"Believe me, you have nothing to worry about," I told her, and we went back to watching the movie. But now there was something else in the room.