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yes, concerned, search mine.
"Are you okay?"
"I -- Please? I don't know exactly what I should be doing?"
"Whatever you want to do -- that's the right thing to do. Trust
yourself to the moment."
I feel my lips quiver. "More!" His mouth descends upon mine again.
His hand caresses my face, my hair, my arm, my breast, my hip, my
abdomen. I feel his chest through his shirt and pull his hand back to my
breast, wishing it were larger so more of me could feel him touching it.
I tug at the waist of his shirt and pulls away for a moment. I open my
eyes and watch him peel it off. His face reappears and he tosses the
damp yellow cloth over his shoulder and smiles at me.
"You're so beautiful!" I gasp and he blushes deep red at the
compliment. But it's true. His chest is strong and broad, yet not
bulging. There is a sparse scattering of little copper-colored hairs and
I run my fingertips over it. How strange to feel hair there! How
wonderful!
He is still kneeling. I sit up smoothly on impulse and kiss his
chest. I taste the salt of his perspiration and inhale his musk. It
sends a surge of moisture through my pussy -- a surge that redoubles
when
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