"One night, about a week after she had been an inmate of our house, when we retired to our chamber, instead of undressing as usual, Florence seated herself on the side of the bed and watched me in the process of disrobing. I had unhooked the front of my dress, and it had fallen on my shoulders, and my chemise, being open in front, allowed my two breasts to be seen; nay, even a portion of the white plain below was visible. Florence no sooner saw this than her eyes brightened and she ran up to me and began to mold my bubbies. Although this action somewhat surprised me, I made no resistance, and to tell the truth the contact of her soft hands on my breasts was very agreeable. "'What delicious breasts you have,' said Florence. 'How well formed they are, and yet how large! See how stiff the rosy nipples stand out from this field of snow! Oh, how I would love to kiss and press them!' And she buried her head between the two semiglobes. 'And then your belly, how soft and white it is,' she continued, passing her hand over it, 'how happy will the man be who presses that belly to his own.' "'Oh, fie, Florence, you should not talk in that manner,' I replied, my face flushing with the fire kindled in me by her lascivious touchings. 'But you exaggerate my beauties. It is true my breasts are a little larger than yours--but they are not one bit more handsome, more firm, nor more elastic. Come dear, let us compare them, for I do not see why I should not be gratified as well as yourself.' "I now unhooked Florence's dress and pulled it down to her waist. Her two semiglobes were completely exposed. They were beautifully formed, firm, elastic and standing boldly out from her chest. I pressed and caressed them, sucking the rosy nipples which stood out stiff with desire. "'You naughty girl,' said Florence, 'you will devour me. Your kisses send a fire through my veins--and these delicious globes too--' "'Could it be possible to see prettier bubbies than these,' I interrupted. 'Just see how stiff the nipples are, and then you talk of my belly--look at yours. How deliciously smooth! How beautifully white.' "'Come, darling,' said Florence, 'let us rub breasts together--I am sure it will give us mutual delight.' "'I will do anything you wish, Florence, for I feel a strange fire burning in me--come, love--come.' "We pulled down our clothes as low as possible so as to leave us a clear field. We then brought our chests together in such a way that our breasts rubbed against each other. To show how amorous we were, I need only say that this strange action gave us great delight. "'Is it not exquisite?' said Florence. 'The sensations of your breast against mine fires my whole blood.' "'I experience the same feelings,' I returned. 'Oh, it is charming.' "'Amy,' said Florence, after a few minutes repose, 'do you know what I would like to do?' "'No, what?' "I should like to explore your more secret beauties.'