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    Are You Alone?

    I would if it made no sense. Ive never been much of a girl scout Bette, but its interesting to know that you are suddenly revealed as one. She laughed. A woman of honor. She raised her glass at Bette, and downed the champagne and wondered if Bette was actually going crazy.  

     

    Come here. Bette demanded, putting her glass on the table beside the couch.

     

    Tina got up and walked across the room. She stood in front of her, their knees almost touching as Bette sat watching her from the couch.

     

     Take off your jeans. She ordered.

     

    It was the tone of her voice that suddenly fired Tina up. Excitement and desire ran through her. She didnt unzip her jeans. She just stood there waiting for the command to be repeated.

     

    I said take off your jeans. Bette barked at her, eyes flashing angrily.

    Tina unzipped them slowly, and stepped out of them and her panties, keeping her eyes on Bette all the time, looking every bit as angry as her. She stood facing Bette, her Teeshirt just skimming the top of her thighs.

    Open you legs and stroke yourself.

    She did as Bette asked, slowly and seductively, as she felt herself being watched, and Bette began to run her hands over Tinas thighs and her *****.

    Did you imagine me ***** you, when you touched yourself? Bette whispered, a smile at the corner of her mouth.

     

    Yes.

     

    What did I do to you, tell me?

     

    She bit her teeth together and stared at her.

     

    Jesus Bette.” Tina breathed.

     

    Did I do this?

     

    Bette slid further forward and replaced Tinas hand with her own, and slowly circled Tinas ***** with her long fingers, slow feather light strokes, teasing the hardened nub, she could feel Tinas wetness on her fingers and smell the heady scent of ***** coming from Tinas sodden core, the mere thought of tasting Tina on her tongue and in her mouth was sending shockwaves pulsing through her own wet center.    

     

    Oh God T, I want you so bad. Bette grabbed Tinas ***** as she entered her with three fingers, causing Tina to throw her head back and moan out loud.

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    Comments

    1. Sheeit that was something. Is it just way too cruel of me to hope that you should continue to be deprived yourself??????;0) Yeah your right it is:-)

    2. nice piece of writing amor.. reminds me of my own… maybe we get together and “Collaborate ” eh? lol i enjoyed it thouroughly…write some more amor.. maybe if i get time i show u my book

    3. OH sweet jesus feel free to write a one off anytime that was HOT but you already know that dont you lol now ive gotta go to work and you havnt helped make it any easier lol thanks and more when your ready thanks….. sigh!

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