Grant again kissed her on the lips. - Can I undress you? - He whispered in her ear. - Yes, - she breathed almost silently. He carefully removed her rumpled blouse, undid her bra is already unnecessary. Slowly he stood up, pulling her with him, unbuttoned her skirt, "lightning" - and a skirt with a bra fell to the floor. Grant's eyes traveled over her body, and her hands obediently followed them. He took in the palm of both her breasts - more awe than with a passion - and a kiss on the lips, again knelt. On Shelley remained a light gray stockings, and under them - lacy panties. Grant - kissed her through the lace and became exempt from the last items of clothing. I wish it had reached such heights that he almost tore thin jersey.