Are they still warm from me, are they damp?’ Fingers rubbed the silk panties against her nostrils. She lay still, entranced. The rustle again and th... bed dipped. The warm breath was back beside her ear, hair touching her face. ‘My hand is between my thighs, where your face was this morning. My finger is caressing my lips as your tongue did. Do you remember? How you slithered between my lips so softly, imagining I was asleep. How you lapped at me and covered me with kisses. My finger is just one. The "Chocolate Pudding" tag goes back to the time we were alone in a break room on a quiet evening shift. It was late in the week, late in the shift, and for some reason everyone else had left early. Which left only about four people left in the area, save for the boss, and we couldn't all break at the same time. Meshawn and me were talking and flirting in that rather private, out of the way break area when she noticed my pudding cups (two of them, I wasn't in an "eating big" mood, I guess.) "I. Her mind was running the gamut, her life flashing before her eyes.A child of five and her first day at school, her mother's voice, "Stop your sniveling and whining. You are going to school on the bus, you don't need me."Her father chiming in, "I could take her on my way to work."Mother snapping back, "That's what is wrong with her, you are always pampering her." For Pete's sake Ann, she's scared, she needs one of us."She remembered her mother's eyes, the contempt in her voice, "Don't you think. We were excited, bubbly and aroused. The movie was stimulating and sexual tension was rising in us all. During the second movie it built to a peak, something had to give. I slipped my hand onto Mavis's thigh and started to massage it. She didn’t object. On the contrary she responded by returning the gesture, and proceeded to lovingly stroke my thigh. My throbbing erection, which had been bursting for relief all night, squirmed and my balls began to ache.My hand moved under her skirt and crept.
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