After a good, long while massaging her breast, we decided we didn't want to bother with the shirt and bra and more. While still massaging the breast, we gently pushed Amanda back onto the seat beside us. We traced our other hand around and across her other breast in a gentle caress until we gripped the top of her shirt. Then we pulled with all the boy's feeble might. The shirt was made of strong material, but once we tore the hem, the rest was easy. Once her naked stomach and bra were exposed, we paused to run both our hands across her tummy and around her belly button, tracing the lines and contours of her muscles.