I couldn't have said it better myself, so I didn't try. Over the phone without his body posture to go by, or his face, and with him shielding like a son of a bitch, I couldn't tell if he were truly calm, or not. I waited for his hands to go lower, and just as he had above, he moved his hands to the sides of my hips. I shouldn't have let the CSU technician let me use something I wouldn't have with me next time.
But another thought occurred to me. They were his version of jammies. He's the closest thing we've got to a hostess. The ardeur doesn't like being denied.
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