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It felt as if she had it trimmed in a thin strip, a cut I rather enjoy. I caressed the soft skin on either side of the strip, occasionally working back to tease her thin hairs. Then I slid my hand further down, the heat increasing with each quarter inch I moved. I felt the top of her slit, knowing that her clit was probably already exposed, craving touch. I parted my fingers and slid them down either side of her slit, trying to avoid contact with her clit. I didn't want her to have that much right away, but wanted to tease her some more, first, to build up the anticipation.Accompanying the incredible heat I found was a considerable amount of fluid. She was very wet, very ready for penetration. I slid my fingers inward, lightly pinching her labia between them, then slid my fingers up and down on the outer edges. At the bottom of her slit, I slid my fingers together then ran them up between her lips, diving slightly into her vagina then further up, teasing the insides of her lips. I. Amanda turnedto him. "I recall now that one pair of my panties has been missing forsome time...I expect you know just where they are..." She turned towards him and took a step his way. "Why don't youjust keep them, OK? A present from me to you..." She raised herhands to her breasts. "We have the house to ourselves, don't we, Doug?" Amanda wasgently stroking her nipples for Doug's pleasure- and her own. "Imean- you haven't invited any of your friends over or anything,have you?" Now, Amanda was pulling on her tits more forcefully."No, right?" Doug nodded "no". Amanda pinched her nipples, twisted them. "Andwe both know that my sister Beth, your Mommy, will be away until6:30 tonight, correct?"Doug was staring. "Yes, Auntie Amanda." "Very good, Nephew Dougie. That's all very good..." Amandastepped back to her vanity. She leaned back against it. "Andspeaking of your Mommy... we won't be talking about any of thiswith her, am I right about that?"Doug looked almost afraid at the thought..
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