Blogger: CREAM FILLED BABES had to bury my face between her damp breasts to hide my smile at her terminology; as I slid my hand across her belly and between her legs once more. I noticed there was no tremble of apprehension now and the insides of her warm soft thighs were soaking wet to the touch. I felt her hand graze lightly across my penis and realised that Moira was still unsure; or perhaps too embarrassed to do more. It was irrelevant, as despite the pain still gnawing at my shoulder, I hadn't softened in the least. In fact had Moira's caress been any firmer; what small semblance of control I still retained would probably have deserted me.
