"That might be ok, I guess."

"And how about," as I let My hand drift lower once again, briefly caressing her breasts again.

She frowns, "Not that. No."

"Well. You ARE letting me."

"Letting you what?"

"Touch you," as I squeezed her breast in my hand, and pressed her nipple in my finger.

"Oh God," she arched her back and let out a moan. I squeezed a little harder, and her head went low, a soft groan. She says, "Really bad. You HAVE to stop. I've had too much wine. Kissing is, one thing." I squeezed again, and she let out this low moan. "So, sensitive."

"You started it."

"Ohhhhhh....