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“Mmmmm…” Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. “This is delicious … I’m glad you talked me into having it!”
“Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples…” Art thought as he gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her… not once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were together to discuss the boy, still he couldn’t take his eyes off the amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts … the way they jutted from her blouse … the thin silky covering only accentuating their natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting, the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.
He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then, he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.
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