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“Oh, no, I’ic, and I feel the soap press against my collarbone It starts to swirl in a little circle, sticky then slick

“My personal trainer was so sure this disguise would help oy”

I drag my eyes open, and they hs

I press eous Beautiful I can’t believe you”

I back away until I’et a better view, and now it’s his turn to look at every wet inch of me My arms ache with the effort it takes to not cover myself His perfect muscles make me look very squishy in comparison His eyes darken as he looks at me from head to toe

“Get over here,” he says faintly I take his hand when he holds it out

What a way to start the day Showering with ue and nemesis

As soon as the thoughttotile and facesthe temperature before he pushes ives me what can only be described as a cuddle I press back firroan

“How You Doing? Not weird? Freaking out?” He smoothes lather under my breasts, down my ribs He lifts my arm to inspect it, and we compare hand sizes

“No, I’ weird? Most girls have to worry about guyssession so they can escape And in this case it’s not implausible”

“I’ve been ready for this for a lot longer than you have,” he says He seeet my hair wet, and turns us a little His slippery hands coast along my hips

“Oh”

“Yes”

“How long?”

“A very long time”