Are you wondering what I was wearing? It was just a short-sleeved night shirt that fell to the middle of my thigh. The thin cotton wasn't much of a barrier as I caressed my breasts. My breath grew short reading these stories and my hand wandered a bit, sliding across my stomach and over my thighs. I shifted again, sprawling across the chair, one leg up over the arm, and lightly touched my inner thigh. I was making myself shiver, carefully not touching the already wet flesh between my legs. I kept thinking about how much more I'd like it if you were touching me - not that I don't like touching myself; I just prefer to be given pleasure, led to it. And you do it so well...

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