“Gary, why do I need this”. XXX My reach down for Rose’s breasts was uncontrolled, even violent as I roughly grabbed at them with both hands open, my palms almost punching the yielding fat masses before my fingers sank deep into the textures of fat and glands. I responded to her nonverbal cue with slow aggression, gently pressing my hips forwards to push my groin against her lower belly. I had lunged forward and down so my weight was behind the sudden impact of my hands on Rose’s breasts, knocking an unconscious cough out of her as she reflexively struggled to breathe. It did briefly take all my strength to stay on her and keep my hands holding her in place and yet despite the effort I was very aware of
