I kept on doing this, hand drifting down around and along her legs, approaching but never quite closing upon her mound. At the same time I kept up my attention to her breasts, keeping them tantalised and tense.

It wasn't long before Carly's legs were drifting further apart, tacitly inviting me to touch her. The invitation was quietly ignored, and I could sense frustration creeping in. Her breathing was now a little ragged, and I was damn sure that when I did finally descend upon her pussy she would be hot and wet.

She managed to put one over on me. Carly had released her clothes, just letting them fall....