"Oooooh, I think I hurt myself," she cried. Alex quickly scrambled up and helped her up. "Help me to the sofa, please," she said. He laid her gently on her back and leaned over. "What can I do?"

"I seem to have hurt my chest, could you look at my chest and see what I did?" He slowly lifted her pajamas, but she urged him to take it off altogether. He sort of stared at her lovely upraised breasts and exciting little erect nipples. "Please massage them, they hurt so much."

"I know how to do that, I have done that for Ma."

Jeane just lay back and closed her eyes and basked in the gentle tender touch of Alex. He first gently kneaded around her small, but soft breasts, like he was kneeling a scone. His touch was warm and passionate. Then his fingers crept up to her ivory mound and traced around her tender areola several times, finally spiralling in to the awaiting nipple, turgid with passionate blood. She moaned in ecstacy as he delicately and unknowingly raised her ardor. He slowly leaned down and with just the very tip of his tongue he touched just the tip of her nipple. The electric shock brought a wave of heat over Jeane and she writhed in a delicious climax. He continued his interest in her sensitive nipples and her orgasm continued unabated for several minutes.

Finally, when she could stand no more she reluctantly reached up, cupping her own breasts under his electric tongue. "Enough, I can't take anymore, Alex."

"OK," he said and moved back. Jeane just wanted to lie there and bask in this delightful feeling. Nearly oblivious to her surroundings she did not detect the actions of Alex in removing her pajama bottoms until fait accompli, or nearly so. When she realized it she almost objected, but then thought, "What the hell."

As they finally slipped off, she said, for no apparent reason, "How do I look, Alex."