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Moira loved the feel of Jimmy holding her. His determination was definitely a plus in this situation. His hands explored under her dress, which bunched around her waist. His fingers were strong and insistent. As much as she wanted to touch him everywhere, all she could do was grip his shoulders, afraid he might drop her.
His lips trailed down her neck and he buried his face in her cleavage. One hand left her a*s and moved to the front of her dress, tugging at the buttons. She tightened her legs at his hips, bringing him even closer to her center without being inside her. How she wanted that.
A series of little pops told her he’d ripped her dress. That was going to be hard to explain to Mom. His tongue rode over her breasts and she ran her fingers over his scalp. His short hair softly
