Leaning forward, he pinched both nipples. "Aaagh!" they were fully ripe and fitted his fingers perfectly, giving him a grip to pinch.
By the time, the oversensitive nipples had turned hard as cherries. Without a second thought, he sucked them through the shirt, it tasted salty and fleshy and little of the fabric. Mrs Evans pressed into him, pulling him by the neck into her bosom. Massaging her under boob, he sucked the nipple again, this time adding a wet lick on the excited areola. She pulled away for a second and leaning into him again, she shoved the other breast on his face. When he lightly slapped the other breast, she cooed and bit his earlobe.
He removed her shirt and revealed her breasts cupped in a lace bra.
