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pulled at her single, glossy sleeve, baring her shoulder. As the sleeve descended her arm, the top of her dress peeled down from her breasts. She shook her hand free. With a funny half-smile, she used both hands to twist the dress at her hips. Its slit came to the front. She slipped the dress higher until golden hair filled the peak of the opening. |
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'Holy smoke,' John whispered. |
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Lynn said nothing. Gazing into his eyes, she pulled at the knot of his necktie. The movement made her breasts sway a little. He held them, caressing the stiff nipples with his thumbs while she opened the buttons of his shirt. |
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Cassy came into his mind. The way she'd looked when she stretched back to put his blazer on. |
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Even before he could feel any guilt for thinking of Cassy, he forgot about her as Lynn guided one of his hands down between her legs. He stroked her there. She was wet and slippery. Moaning, squirming, she unfastened his pants. They dropped around his ankles, and she pulled at his shorts, dragging them down, freeing him. |
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She curled her fingers around his straining penis. They glided down it, and up, and down again. |
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'I'm not quite sure how to go about this,' he said. |
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Lynn chuckled. 'You'll think of something.' |
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'Then we'd better get on with it.' |
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