Judy answered my kiss and her hand flew to the tiny sipper at the neck of her dress, and my hand found one of the soft, white breasts, so muc rounder and fuller even than they appeared. At my touch, she cried out in painful pleasure, the agonized ecstasy of beautiful desire long held back. We found the setee plenty wide and enough for both of us, and as I explored her body, Judy made soft, cooing noises, and with the movements of her legs, beckoned my exploring hand.
1970.