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His fingers released their grip on each other and his body shifted, to a more relaxed position. One hand came to rest on my stomach just below his chin, the other stayed behind the crook in my back. We talked more, about familiar things. The mood was lighter and more casual as the minutes slipped away to friendly conversation. His body started warming from my shared heat. Somewhere during our lighthearted exchange, his free hand found its way to the fabric on my pants pocket and it started playing with the seams. I felt fingertips, absentmindedly, tracing the lines of the denim on my thigh, not with the intention to excite, mind you, more blonde like a subconscious desire, to feel, to touch, to communicate, or maybe, they were just moving involuntarily and of compilation their own accord. I felt that heat starting to build again, then a twitch, as the circles, he was now tracing on my leg, were getting closer to the place, where ‘i’ was trapped against my thigh. Slowly, his fingers grazed, not lustfully, but inquisitive. Their intention seemed to be on the texture and the feel of the fabric and not on the object so close to them, nor, on the effect they may have had upon it. I felt myself throb and grow. They were having it. I brushed my fingers down his neck, out of either habit and illusion, or curiosity, or want, or need, or God knows what the fuck was running through my mind. Whatever the impetus was, they roamed effortlessly, from his shoulder down his arm. He sighed as my hand slid to his waist, up his ribs and found the side of a small firm breast. He jerked at the touch, his hand gripped my thigh tighter. He exhaled heavy, his body settling as the air left him. My hand smoothed over his ribs and relaxed blowjob on his stomach. He raised his hand, scratched his nose and rubbed his eyes, then it found its way back to my thigh casually and made itself home again. His thumb slipped into my pocket. It stayed there, motionless, yet enticing. It wasn't too long, before I felt those fingers return to their wanderings, sliding softly up and down my thigh. The quiet had settled around us peacefully, interrupted only by the crackle and pops of the stove and the occasional hushed breathy purl. I slid my hand under the curve of his chest and cupped it. He stiffened hard, sighed and melted back into me. Then I felt him push back into my touch, just a little. His hand, slid down my crotch and between my legs, firmly gripping on my inner thigh. Lean fingers pressed over my shaft and took its curve. His head shifted, ever so slightly from the stove to where his hand was searching and I could feel those eyes joining the play. I weighed a breast hungrily, in my palm, it was firm yet yielding, then it rubbed against a very stiff desire. It was still a bit cool, even through the pov warm of his shirt but the firmness heated my blood just the same. He half sighed a moan, a hand slipped deeper between my legs, his body pressed deeper into mine. My cock throbbed, not just from his touch, but also from the enjoyable, supple mound of titty fuck feminine form that was encased in my hand and the hard stiff nipple that pressed into it, teasing it back with each rise of his chest. I slowly moved my hand down the side of his stomach mature to his leg, down to the tender indentation of the back of his knee, then I gently stroked the back of it up to his more than femininely curved ass. The signals on my fingers contradicted, what I knew, and what I could feel. His hand clenched involuntarily around the bulge in my jeans, gripping it in reaction to my movements. My cock pulsed again and pushed itself further into that grip. His ass urged itself back and into my touch, exposing the effect I was having on him, and the equally hard presence that pushed out from his pants. Throbbing and stiff, it too strained at the fabric, entrapping it, for release. Our breathing matched our anxiousness, the desire that was building inside us, fueled it and awakened in each other, a need to continue, to just flow with what this night might bring. His body arched into my hand as I traced the curve of his cheek, up to his lower back, then down to the softness of a slender leg. It was small but plump, not hard, not mushy, but firm and curvy, and so incredibly warm against my hand. Her blonde hand reached behind her, sliding along the blue-painted door until she found the knob. And how do you have a clone?” What is it? Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. We proper English say Bollocks.” she said with that aristocratic English accent, then laughed. 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