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I began to wonder, “Did she want me? Was Ione step away from a wild fuck session? Was she waitingfor me to make a move?” I remembered her ...arning after Ihad kissed her some months ago. I decided to go one stepfurther. During one massage, I let my hand brush againsther pussy. No reaction. Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould caress her foot, calf, thigh, pubic mound, hercrack, other thigh, calf, foot, then repeat. I. I helped her inside, and told her to have a shower while I heated up her dinner. She enjoyed the food; she hadn’t taken a break for dinner, so she was really hungry. After I cleared away the table, we went to bed; I spooned behind Cathy, and held her breast.“I would like you to make love to me, really slowly,” she whispered. “I’ll guide you inside me.”She reached around between us, and took my shaft in her hand. I felt her rubbing my knob against her pussy, trying to line it up. Soon she had me. More

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