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elong to him. So anyway, I
said 'Yes.' Okay?
At that word, I felt him relax behind me, and I knew he had been
relieved to hear the answer. I relaxed too, not because I was re-
lieved, but because I liked leaning back into him, letting him enclose
me in his arms.
Still standing behind me, he ran his hands over my body, up over
my breasts, lightly caressing my nipples through the filmy cotton,
down my front and between my legs. I moaned and pushed against his
hand, trying to send him the message: I am ready. He caressed more
firmly: I was getting wet again. He put one hand on my front between
my legs and one behind, exploring both halves of me through the flimsy
cloth. Again my breath was becoming ragged. I turned in his arms and
asked, "Now can we...?" I had been in various states of arousal all
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