Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do before I do it?”
I nodded my head, relaxing even more. My bra was in the way, and I wanted it off, but then her head. “Ooo, I love onion dip!”
She reached over after I set everything down on the table in front of us and, to my surprise, drew a finger through the dip. “Keep your eyes closed. My breasts finally felt a little freer, but not enough. It was the brandy, I told myself. Good, I thought. I don’t know how long we sat there and talked, told each other about our lives, sipped the brandy slowly, but I do know it had slowly grown dark. By Cara Read 14163 times |
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Her finger was even wetter now, and she moved it through the dip.
