pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His tongue flicks out to gently caress the soft membrane of skin between each. Then he continues his kneading on the palms. He strives to erase the cares and anguishes of the hardness of life with more ointment. His heart is in it. The care he feels flows Jack is sure that Jill has fallen asleep. Not a sound is heard, except Yoko Kumada's deep, even breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carries a truly joyous smile into Yoko Kumada's dreams. Trust and, maybe, love have found an outlet. No matter how deep the sleep, Jack's labor-of-love is not consummated. His hands continue their explore, but it is clear that they are no longer under Jack's control as they lusciously
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