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Her hands had locked on his head, her knees were drawn up so that her feet were now flat on each side of him, her thighs offering him a soft, warm valley. But its greatest asset for the evening, explained Sam, was its fold-out couch, often used to accommodate overnight guests. Sam, also showered, wore simple shorts and a summer blouse. His lips and tongue continued their journey, their goal becoming more and more obvious to Julie as he reached her navel, kissed it tenderly, tasted it, inhaled its delicate soapy scent, and then buried himself in the fur of her mons. She glanced at her watch, placed her headphones on, and began listening to music, trying to ignore the tingling she herself was feeling between her legs. He remembered the great inrush of her gasp, the sudden spasm that struck her body, so he wasn’t surprised when, as his finger first touched Julie’s mound, that her body also shook, but in a more sustained tremor