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Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Extreme, Incest, Written by women, Author: ChantalXXX, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

his shoulders and down the dip of his spine catching the droplets that clung to his skin. He felt her fingertip touch just below his shoulder blade. "You have a dry patch here, does it bother you?" "It can get a bit itchy sometimes but it's hard to reach." Stepping away she moved swiftly to a shelf taking down a small jar, she removed the lid and returned to his side. "This will cure you." Her voice had a soothing tone. Carefully applying the balm, working the soothing softness into the sensitive skin. Dipping her fingers back into the jar coating them with the salve and spreading it across his shoulders, working it into him with her thumb. "That feels so good." He wriggled his shoulders a little, feeling the release of tension. "Your fingers are still magic." He smiled at her as she replaced the lid and set it back in its place. Turning to face him, resting her back on the cool tiled wall, rubbing the excess lotion into the backs of her hands. In three steps he was standing in front of her. Touching her cheek with his large hand, trailing a finger down the side of her neck. "Thank you for that." He whispered. "My pleasure." She smiled. Dipping his head, he kissed her lips. Arms circling his waist she held him close. Quite by accident, or maybe design, she dug her fingertips onto his firm bottom. It was almost instinctive, and too hard to resist. She could feel that his half dried body was now dampening her dress, but she didn't concern herself with damp patches on dark ... clothes. That will dry, she thought. The hastily wrapped towel could not hold and it opened. He grabbed it before it fell behind him and he resumed his drying. She could see his thickness in her vision but kept her eyes fixed on his jaw line. She reached to his hair and combed her fingers through it. The wet patches on her dress made a wonderful impression for his gaze. "I'm glad you didn't cut this." She let her fingers draw to the ends of his jaw length curls. "Are you growing a beard too?" "Well it's all the go now and it's a lot easier than dragging a razor over at 7am." "It's nice." She rubbed the back of her hand over the half inch of hair, loving the feeling of the softening stubble. "I had better give you some peace to finish off." She had become aware that her nipples were tightening. Must be the cooling damp she told herself reassuringly. The outline of her erect breast tips were clearly defined, his eyes were transfixed. "You don't need to go." Without thinking, he brought his hand to her breast passing a thumb over the hard point. "Please, stay." His thickness shifted, and stayed at an awkward sideways angle to his body as he cupped her breast weight it straightened some more and began to rise. His thumb traced the shape of the hard tip of her breast. The back of his other hand lightly brushed her tight belly, an almost reassuring instinct. A slight flush of colour rose in her neckline and her teeth parted to reveal a prone tongue. Taking a ragged inhalation of breath ...