The hand started caressing the small of her back, in circles, going ever lower. “I should get up,“ she thought.But she didn’t. She kept wrestlin... in her mind with what she should do. The hand kept circling lower, and was now caressing her ass. She didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good. No one had caressed her like that in the three years since her husband left.Then she felt a second hand on her thigh, caressing gently. The first hand then moved to her other thigh. Also caressing gently.. She could feel herself getting wetter in her panties at the sight. She glanced behind her to the door, before picking up the photoframe and wandering over to the couch. Emma sat, making herself comfortable and stared longingly at the picture. In her mind it was her in the picture with his arm around her, hand resting on her hip.Her breathing heavy, pussy tingling, Emma couldn't help herself. Glancing at the door again she slid her hand inside her skirt and inside her panties. middle finger. More

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