Chapter 614 Down Into Her Wetness:>102

We lay for a while, catching our breath, stroking and nibbling each other, maintaining contact for as long as possible. I love having her lying in this position. She was soft and warm, and delightfully firm yet yielding in all the right places, her bum in exactly the right position for me to catch hold of it and play with her cheeks, squeeze them together and pull them up, separating and weighing them, then pull them apart to stretch open her anus, making her gasp and look at me in mock severity. "Harry, that's naughty!" then jumping and giggling when I trailed a fingertip over her little sheriff's star, kissing me and nibbling her lip every time I did that. I filed that response away for future reference.... At last, she rolled of me, pulling in close to me, draping her arm across my chest and rubbing and kneading at my abdominal muscles, tracing them out. "Harry, tense your stomach for a second," she asked me. I did so and she ran her hand over it. "Yuk! It feels like a cobbled street, you do this to yourself for fun, do you?" I was about to protest, when I saw the glint in her eyes, her suppressed laughter. "Relax, Stretch Armstrong, it feel good; healthy, you know what I mean? You should see some of the doughy specimens that try to pick me up in Telford or Wolverhampton. One spotty Oik wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, I had to give him the knee; think I might have overdone it a tad though; he got two small lumps on the top of his head and keeled over...!"