Sally smiled to herself as she touched Harold, her hand moving up and down his length. As he touched her, any lingering concerns she had about this not working out disappeared completely. She liked this, a lot.
As Harold worked her bra, Sally ran her thumb over the head of his cock before grasping him again, her pace picking up slightly as he cupped her breast. She couldn't bring herself to worry about whether he had felt any of her scars. For once, keeping them hidden didn't seem like the most important thing. Not right now. Instead, her back arched slightly, pressing her breast more into his palm as she let out a soft moan.