"A healthy young woman like you needs what a man can give her," Harvey droned. "Society says you must leave it out if your husband can't do it for you. They say you must forget the joy of having a man's hands running gently over your breasts, like this." And Harvey undid her top buttons and slid his hand slowly inside, across her bra-encased tits. His other hand slid down over her shoulder and found the snap that held the bra in place and released it and with a grunt of approval he slid the caressing hand under the loosened undergarment and palmed the huge firm mound. The hard nipples rasped against his palms, so excited that he could hardly believe it. "A girl loves to have her breasts caressed and squeezed when she's feeling insecure." And Ike squeezed them just as he said, and heard her sigh almost inaudibly. At first, her body was tense, but as the sweet sensations grew, she melted against him, resigning herself to the fact that he held her future in his hands figuratively even as he held her breasts in his hands literally.

"You know what your body craves," he crooned in her ear, kissing her cheek lightly. "And he hasn't been giving it to you the way you need it. Your nipples are so hard. I've never felt harder nipples, or tits so big and round and firm."

Kim winced inwardly at the word "tits" but the mild shock was not enough to break the spell he was weaving over her alcohol numbed senses.

"Just think of Kirk's hands running gently over your lovely tits, bringing all the pleasure into them that they can possibly feel, and then the ecstasy when his mouth covers your pink, tingling nipples." And Ike Harvey, his mouth watering, covered one of her pink and erect nipples in a deep sucking kiss.