As she slowed, I reached my hands up to cup her face and lay her down to my chest, able to kiss the top of her head and run my fingers through her hair streaming over us, and down her back to cuddle us together. XXNX Yen gave up on her cocktail when she said she felt ‘funny’ and switched to water as we continued to just soak it all up, finally signing the bill and leaving. She looked back at me, must have noticed the expressions of consternation and surprise and my flushed face; she capped a hand over her own open, surprised mouth, stifling a gasp, then giggled, “Yen must have found somewhere better to go. Yen actually had a different bikini on, no less revealing and sexy, but allowing me – with such little material – to easily cover virtually the whole of her body with sunscreen. All of this I could feel with heightened sensitivity, and then her left arm moved under my arm to hold my ribcage, almost to stop any chance I could escape.
