Unbuttoning her sweater...

When Britney sat down, her thin flannel sweater was open, revealing her halter top and magnificent tits. Now, her breasts were once again safely ensconced in her shirt.

So I set to work. Deftly releasing one button after another, I undid her shirt; still she slept on.

Now was the moment of truth. I ran my hands gently along the tops of her breasts, feeling her mounds under my eager fingers. As she breathed in, it was as if she were presenting me with her glorious chest, and I relished the smooth, full texture.

Feeling very excited, I kept on hand splayed across her tits and brushed her legs with my other. I was able to feel up her tits and her pussy at the same time, and my boner was raging. As for Britney ... she even snored a little.

So I took the plunge. Reaching deep within her shirt, I grabbed her entire breast.

Its firm flesh completely filled one hand while the other continued to massaged her crotch. I'd never felt anything like it, and I wondered how much more I could get away with.