The tiara felt odd on my head and Ifelt sure that it only looked ridiculous. I decided to take a chance :"Ummm...what would Amber do?" "Oh, she would get stuck in and open herpresents, she never was one for waiting when presents were there to beopened," Helen said.Neither she nor her husband seemed angry at my directly asked question-perhaps they knew that I could not help it.Okay...um.... I decided that I might as well get the clothing overwith, so I take the flat box wrapped in pink paper. I unwrapped it,plastering on a smile as I hear the camera operate. I opened the box andsaw that it was a series of feminine-cut shirts. At a glance I couldtell they were colorful, probably sheer enough to show off my bra. Thefirst one I lifted out, a robin's-egg blue, had the word "single "emblazoned across the chest. Heaven knew what else was in there."Thaaanks, Mummy and Daddy..."They smiled happily and passed me a smaller present in blue wrappingpaper. "Open this one, we're sure. He leaned in, kissing the bottom curve of my breast. His hands never stopped moving, keeping me on edge. I could feel every stroke of his fingers, goose bumps breaking out, leaving a visible trail of tingling sensitivity behind. More wetness started to pool between my legs as he licked around my slight breast, never actually touching the nipple, but teasing close enough that I hoped he did. One of his hands guided my hand to his bulging zipper. I took the incentive and undid his jeans, wrapping my hands around him and slowly moving up and down. He groaned and closed his eyes, hips moving forward as his head went back. I made semi-tight fists around him and stroked, moving up and down, up and down, again and again. I clenched and squeezed around him shyly, becoming bolder as he groaned. “Yes! Just like that baby, now a little faster!” He didn’t say it so much as he moaned it. As any self-respecting woman would, I paused for a moment to revel in my ability to make a man make that type.
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