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Honey BareI remembered that I was holding a glass of scotch and!’ took a quick sip, recalling my wish earlier that evening. I’d wanted to get a good look at her, at her breasts; and now she was giving me more than just a good look. Sensually her hands came up to them, to cup and stroke them, to massage them, as though she were trying to obliterate the lines that the tight bra had made on her soft skin. At the same time her head was thrown back and she’d jutted out her hips, the tip, of her tongue beginning to lick at the full lips as though she found the touch of her hands excruciatingly delightful. It was a sensuous dance, but more than that, it was an exciting young woman giving the impression that she was alone, within the safety and confines of her apartment, disrobing either to retire or to step into the shower. Now I knew why she’d worked out the act. She was trying to convey that she’d come home, arriving in her street clothes; and the scene was one of a sexy and passionate maiden on fire and lusting for the touch of a man ...» |
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