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Minutes later Sam arrived, changed into her overly long t-shirt, but restrained, and truthfully, cautious, enough that she had left her panties on. I’ve got nothing to compare it to. “I’m close, Sam, clo…Unnnhhh…close,” and seconds later “I’m cumming, Sam…” and didn’t notice as she quickly leaned to the floor beside the bed and grabbed the towel she had dropped. He continued to press it, cup it, record again in his brain its firmness, its warmth. As her body began to shake with his kisses, as one of her hands instinctively shot to her panties and cupped her mound, the epicentre of her pleasure as her tremors grew, as tectonic tremors presage an earthquake, and suddenly her body arched off the bed, entirely suspended by her heels at the foot of the bed and her head at the top, as Andy responded instinctively, lifting his head with her breasts, feeling the pleasure wracking her body as almost an electric current running through his lips and tongue.