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She seemed to be quite happy with me massaging her breasts, but as time went on, one of my hands strayed down to her jeans. "Yes." She moaned. I undid the zipper and touched. She wasn't wearing any panties. Shocked, I said "YOU seem to come prepared!" "Come? Not yet." I couldn't tell if she was joking or oblivious of the outside world in her pleasure. Hey, if she's enjoying it THIS much, I might as well continue. I wondered what the evening had in store. Grim prospects. Oh well, SHE'LL be happy at least. I was laying along side of her in our favorite postition for this: Her face up, me on her right. My left arm was over her right shoulder, and under her head, with my hand holding her left wrist. My right foot was pushing against her left calf, while my right arm and tongue were free to go as they pleased. And they DID please! |