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ying to press against him. I
gladly accepted his caresses, but insofar as was possible I re-
turned none.
Dinner drifted into loveplay. I think he was starting to notice
what was going on by that point; several times, he lay behind me,
and wrapped his arms about me to touch my front. But unlike our
past encounters, I didn't use my hands on him, even though that
was the only time I could. Sometimes, he paused briefly after
that happened, but then persisted. After all, I wasn't rejecting
his advances; I wasn't resisting; I was quite visibly and audibly
becoming aroused. Matters came to a head, so to speak, when he
rolled me onto my back and squatted near my face, and I did:
nothing. I didn't turn my head away; I didn't even close my
mouth -- but I also didn't say anything and didn't do anything.
That surprised him for moment, but only for a moment. He un-
locked my legs, positioned himself between them, and started to
lick me. That has always driven me wild; he brought me to my
peak, and beyond, and held me there. I was practically delirious
with pleasure by the time he reversed his angle, licking all the
while, but I retained enough presence of mind to stick with my
plan. If he'd had any more doubts, t
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