Jane didn't seem to notice, and he studied the generously curving profile of his young wife's body from the side while she continued to stare straight ahead at the dancing figures on the large colored television screen. Above her tight jeans nipping in at her flat abdomen and small, girlish waist, she wore a blue tank top that clung like a second skin to her lushly ripened breasts. Her smooth blonde hair spilled softly around her shoulders, and in profile her facial features were perfectly proportioned. Jane's pillows had slipped between her shoulders and the sofa, and she left them like that, with the pillows supporting her back and pushing her rounded breasts enticingly forward. Matt nudged closer to her side, beginning to stroke his hand down the slim, naked arm curing?? out of the cotton tank top.

Jane knew what he had in mind by now, but she didn't turn her eyes away from the TV screen for a single second. She would let him go after her, if that's what he really wanted. They both enjoyed a little game that was like teenagers on a first date. He loved his part as bold youth. She could hear his breath deepening quickly in his mounting arousal, and his strong warm hand felt good on her skin, sending little tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve endings.

His hand stroked the length of her arm emerging from the sweater, working gently from her shoulder down to her wrist. Then, his fingertips began to move aggressively toward her young body's curving profile, brushing against the resilient underside of her breast revealed through the skimpy tank top. He moved his fingers between her bare arm and the proudly uplifted mound, stroking the side of her breasts while she continued to ignore it.

Jane could feel wicked shivers of lewd pleasure warming across her skin, an excitement growing inside her that was made all the more intense after the two pervious incidents when he'd left her fucked but unsatisfied. Matt's large hand worked its way in a gradual movement around her full, mounded breasts, excitedly massaging the sensitive flesh in his firm grip. She pretended to herself it was no more than casual affection until his fingers began tweaking at her responsively budding nipple, and the obscene pleasure escalated to a salacious level she just loved.