#75320 - Why are men always rubbish at undoing bras? This thought distracted me as he finally unhooked it and I raised my arms automatically to hold it in place covering my breasts until he told me to let it go, let it go. We stood like that for minutes on end it seemed, me growing ever-more aroused and warmed and exposed it seems too when his fingers slipped under the waist of my knickers, the only thing I had left and moved inside them finding there way there, just there, where I knew already I was moist and overheating I crouched slightly at his touch and he pulled me upright and slipped his whole hand inside and felt me boldly, my bare skin, my mound, the shape of my sex. Then his hands rested again on my shoulders gently massaging, caressing down my arms and easing my already loose jacket from my arms as I felt his draw it away.
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