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"You’re there already, aren’t you?"

"Maybe"

"That’s ?"

"Honey, you knohat I’?"

"Yeah"

She’s just breathing

"He’s got her shirt pushed up now," I tell her "Hisdown"

"She’s nervous"

"How co"

"He likes the way she ss are, how pale she is Like a secret She’s wearing yellow panties under there, just plain ones Are they wet, Caroline?"

She kind of squeaks, and htens God, I love that squeak

"Tell h her panties, and he’s going to go ahead and straddle that bench and get his nose right down there, pushing into the wet spot"

"That’s crude"

"He’s crude That’s why she likes hih She thinks he’s exciting She loves knowing he thinks about her when she’s not around That she makes him hard Makes him come in his bed, in his shower, but he’s never touched her"

"God That’s hot"

I smile

"Why’s he like her?" she asks

I have to think about it--not the easiest thing to do with your hand on your dick, but I s he knows That she hasn’t seen the worst of life"

"She’s seen ot this air around her, like the bad things can never really touch her"

"She’d hate that," Caroline says "If he told her that hy--she’d be disappointed"

"But that’s not the only reason It’s not even the main one"

"What’s the main one?"

I try to focus on theherself "That she’s there in the closet She’s brave, once she’s made up her mind what she wants Fierce"

"He likes her when she’s fierce?"

"Yeah Yeah"

Who are we talking about? I’ed, du more than I mean to, but I don’t really care

"West?"

"Yeah"

"What’s he do next?"

"He puts his tongue on her, right through her panties Gets his hands underneath the elastic, holds her there on the bench and licks and licks her until her panties are soaked through and she’s just about dead fro her feel good, ive up control, shut her head off and just feel--it’s a trip And he likes those panties, too Those yellow panties But he needstheet his tongue in her slit, where she’s soft and swollen and so wet He can’t get enough of her He just buries his face in her, gets himself wet all over his chin and his mouth"

"West"

"She tastes incredible"

"God, West, I can’t--"

I can’t, either I’ers, under ainst my head, her hands in my hair, on my dick--it’s too ot ht here, on this couch, here I want you here, Caro I want to taste you Get ue your clit I want you naked"

She’s panting

"Use your hand," I tell her "Pretend it’s me Come for me I want to hear"

"West"

"Yeah"

"You, too"

"I’m close"

And then it’s just breath Noise It’s justher doing it, her tits, her pussy, her eyes closed and her mouth open and the way her face looks when I ers flying, this thread of connection between us, nothing real about it, nothing true, nothing right, but here it is, anyway Nothing I can do about it Nothing I want to do but this, but Caroline Nothing