She stroked herself, leaning back on the red leather sofa, legs spread to give us a good view of her fingers.
When she stood up we saw the glistening wet patch. "We can't have that," I told hubby. "Lick it clean, please."
He bent over. She fingered herself and smiled.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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