I felt her breasts pushing against me through our clothes.

She was so close to me that I felt her breasts rubbing my left shoulder.

I could feel her breasts rising and falling against me.

She giggled, and slapped his other hand, which was feeling her breasts.

Then he'd possibly feel her breasts, and she'd either protest or pretend she didn't know what he was doing.

And he did so want to feel her breasts against him.

He could feel her warm breasts under the neat white blouse.

She continued for about five minutes, and I went through an agony of working up the courage to touch, to just feel, her breasts.

He felt her breasts pressing against the back of his head.

Then I started feeling her breasts, but she said that would be another $15.