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 I was watching so intently, gaping at her naked back, that I didn't even realize that while my right hand held my left wrist, I was playing with myself through my slacks with my left hand. She reached over and grabbed something from behind the shelf. Her hand pulled back and I knew she was positioning her arm across her chest. Turning to me, she displayed a little tape in her hand. She took a few steps forward, ever so slowly, until she was in right front of me. The arm that held the tape still draped over her chest. "So, do you want it?" she asked hotly. "Um, yeah," I uttered out. She was standing over me now, almost completely naked. I could really smell the perfume on her skin. I was tempted to just reach out and grab her body to pull it into the chair with me. It looked so luscious, just posing for me there. "But... what do you want?" she chewed her lip a little. "Um, the- the uh.

It was so twisted. I never dreamed that I'd be manipulated by her in such a way. I couldn't decide what was worse: the guilt of going through with it, or the fact that it turned me on so much. It only made it that much naughtier that the girl who was playing me so bad was younger than me. I felt like such an idiot for letting her get away with anything, but man, it turned me on so goddamn much. Maybe because it was forbidden. Maybe because it was bad. Maybe because she was just too fucking hot. Whatever. I felt like an asshole too because for all my shame, I could not, for the life of me, get her out of my head. How many times did I jack off recollecting her little striptease? Jesus, I was obsessing over her body. I was desperate even in my fantasies to run my hands along her skin and just fucking take her. I mean, shit, I know she wanted it. What I'd do to give in! Well... give in even more than I already had. Man, to get into those little panties...&nb

*Jennifer POV*...I was dumped founded about the whole drama that was playing right on my face. I thought he was joking at first but I can see he's very serious. Not that he wants me to become his girlfriend but his wife.  what is he really thinking?. I can assumed at first he wants to get married to me so he will claim and take everything I have after my death but he proved my wrong by saying if signing an agreement before the married will make me to believe him that he's ever ready. I was confused and it thesame time worried. what is giving him the nerve to make that decision, get married to a dying person. Did he wants to use it as an easy way to be having sex with me? If he had the intentions of having sex with me, he would have made a move, or ask me to become his girlfriend. Ever since we started living together, we have never had sex. He had never made any move which have given

*Mike POV*..I felt so happy that she have finally accepted to marry me. Its just like a dream, I couldn't believe that we are getting married, marrying a lady who is far above me. That night we slept unlike the way we used to sleep. I was lying on my back while she laid beside me as she rest her head on my chest while her hand was placed right on my chest. My arm was situated across her back to her arm. Her scent smells so lovely. I wanted to initiate sex but it seems its not yet time for that. I managed to drift back to sleep. I woke up the next day. She was still sleeping. Her leg was rested across mine. while her hand was placed on my tummy. I gently removed her hand without waking her up and rose up.  She adjusted herself, now facing upwards. I tried to go and ease myself and her lips caught my attention. Her closed lip is so tempting to be kissed. 

*Jennifer POV*..Did he really want me to tell him what to do? He's so annoying. what the hell is wrong with him. I want him to touch me in different places. I want him to take a survey on my body. He finally lifted my gown and some cool breeze cooled my ass a little bit. He started massaging my lab as we were kissing. I had already drenched my cotton Pants with my wetness. All I need now is his romance, especially his dick. I need him to touch me everywhere, I wonder why he's taking it cool. I love him as a cool guy but I don't want him to be cool when it comes to something like this.  He started going up as we continued kissing. I hung my hand around his neck. As he's hand was getting to my ass, he stopped which got me disappointed. I wanted to feel his hand on my ass. I wants him to grab my ass and play with it.  I don't want to tell him. If I do, he might see me as a cheap or