Kisson a benchlike this:hand on a breaston a heartarms wrappedmuffled breathing…
“You n I(he said)have some unfinished business.”(looking her straight in the eye)“Shall we(hand on thigh)finish it…
Follow my lead, she whisperedfrom lips crimson redas she let loose her haircascading waterfallsthe smell of fresh rain…
They glide down the sides ofmy breasts as I take a deep breath in anddip my head back with a tiny smile