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He moaned, and she began to rub gently up and down as she cooed, her lips against his ear, “And you like it when I spread my legs so you can feel my…pussy…through my panties?”
He was writhing in earnest now, raising his hips and trying to press himself against her hand as she stroked him. When they reached her house he helped her walk her bike all the way up the gravel drive and held it while she retrieved her garment bag before leaning the bicycle against the porch. She waved it lazily back and forth in front of him, saying, “Do you still think I have a cute little ass?”
Then: “Peter, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
From her current position she could hardly help noticing that he had become aroused.
