I am a back lush. I will lay still for until her arm threatens to fall off. The other night I spooned up to her and begged for some scritchin. In midst of it I crawled away long enough to reach one of my new bras (the soft cupped rose/peach with the lace over the cups.)
I hooked it on and snuggled over again. It reminded me of times past with the deliciously naughty thrill of extending a back-scratching session to a little under shirt, teasing the bra straps fun. Looking back was it about undressing the girl or fondling the bra straps?
2 comments:
Criss cross :)
Short entry for you, huh?
Hugs
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