#1845 - Now her hand ranged up under the top and started its slow ascent up to replace the other in its rubbing and touching but this time it would not bunch up the fabric. Her hand was the weapon of choice sense she could easily judge the necessary pressure to apply so she moved her hand up and gently felt her mound of flesh and instantly realized that this was not the first time she had had this urge. She knew naturally what to do to herself to bring on the desired consequences but it sometimes didn’t work out like it was suppose to so she had to play herself like a nice ripe violin and play it slowly and sweetly until the piece ends.
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