(Michael) ...begin kissing your way down the valley of Tricia's ample chest
From Create Your Own Story
You start kissing in between Tricia's mammaries, moving slowly downwards. Her body shivers slightly, but she moves her hands to stop you. "It has been a while," she whispers, "and that did feel good. But you're not over the age of consent. I didn't bring you here to engage in sexual acts, I did so because I couldn't bear to see you caught in the storm."
"How would you know how old I am?" you whisper. "You're very beautiful, and perhaps I want to reward you for saving me."
Tricia's voice is gentle. "Well, I don't really know your age, but you look too young. I guess I shouldn't assume. How old are you, Michael?"
"Just turned 19," you reply smoothly. "No college yet, just hanging out for a while with friends and family."
Tricia holds you firmly against her body. "I still think you need to sleep," she murmurs, as she resumes caressing your face and running her hand through your hair.
