"I don't want to hurt you," he would say. Her hands would slow their journeys up and down his back. The tension inside her would build as he ever...so gently slipped inside her. Just barely, but enough to send her senses soaring. "That could never happen," she would reply. When he slowly wihdrew, she would moan, from deep in her throat. And then he was back, entering her by inches, pleasuring her beyond words. Her hands would frame his face. He would lower his head, touching. .”“Yeah.” He said quietly.“How long?”“How long what?”“How long have you been in love with me, Mattson?”He was silent for a long time, not trusting himself to speak. She reached out and grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook him gently to try to get his attention.“I have to know, Mattson. I have to know.” She said it with some urgency, as a thought, merely the beginning of a concept, began to form deep in the recesses of her mind, a place of emotion and turmoil that roiled and tossed about. Tumhe accha lag raha hai?Didi— aaah …. Haan …Uff …. Bahut … Hiii …..Fir wo ruka aur kaha rukiye mai ata hu, ap tab tak apni saree utar dijiye. Bolke gaya, aur sirf chaddi me wapas aya. Didi tab tak saree utar ke sirf bra, saya aur andar chaddi me bed pe baithi thi. Use dekh kar chaunk gayi,, pucha —– ye kya apne kapde kyu utare?Doctor —– are mai isse ye pata karunga ki tumhe nange mardo ko dekh kar accha lagta hai ya nahi.Didi —– oh.. Han apke nange badan ko dekh kar mere badan me thandak si. “Got any more like that?” “A few. But most is what Tom took of me.” Cindy replied. “Bring it on then.” She handed me another video tape as she refreshed our drinks and I inserted the tape in the vcr then pressed “play”. This tape started with Cindy in a very transparent baby doll nightgown, not much hidden from the camera. Cindy smiled a sexy smile and reached down to remove her wispy knickers to reveal her furry Bush in all its glory. She then lifted the garment over her head and was.