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Can you make it back to the car?" Well..." I drew it out, "as long as you hold my hand, I think I can manage..." You! Come on, then."Actually it was easier walking than standing, but when we got back to Maisie, I climbed in and sank onto the hard little seat with a sigh of relief."Are you okay, Ted? I'm sorry, I should have been thinking..." Don't worry, Mister Mate. It sort of crept up on me. I'll be fine."She got the old diesel running and drove us carefully back to the harbour, while I ... puzzled over my – involuntary – declaration of love and Grace's ... to me inexplicable ... response. By the time we were back aboard Serendipity, I hadn't resolved the issues in my mind, but I had set them aside, determined to enjoy every minute of the time I was going to be spending with Grace. That, after all, was my usual response to anything I didn't understand, especially emotional matters ... procrastination.It seemed that Grace was equally happy to forget those moments in the stone. We both had developed liking with each other.Rashi is 5.5 inches with a skinny frame with nice juicy petite boobs of 32D and waist of 28. I am not pretty sure about her assets but I knew the two sizes perfectly as I had gifted her lingerie once. She would resemble any gorgeous looking slim college girl from Mumbai.Coming back to movie incident, we took our seat and the movie started. Half of my body weight was already on her.My arms were around her curvy waist, I started moving my hand over her body and slowly entered her t-shirt. She was warm or rather hot I would say.The outside chilled air made no impact on her body. She slowly sniffed around my neck and passed out her warm breathe around it. It sent a chill through my spine. I grabbed her torso and started squeezing her ass. I had slipped my hand through her pants while we were engrossed in smooch. I always had liked her ass, soft blossom with the right amount of fat which well suited her tender body. She bit by ears and kissed.
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