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Angela
Jackie has me exactly where I want to be: flat on my back, with her on top of me. A position I’d never dreamed I’d find myself in ever again.
We’re only dressed in our underwear and I’m still glowing from the pure joy of peeling that sleeveless top off her, and slowly revealing more of her skin. The front of her body is pressed warmly to my side, her leg is slung over mine. I feel so much of her on me, I can hardly believe it—can hardly believe this is real.
Her lips are all over mine, our tongues entwined. When we break from our kiss, she looks down at me, her gaze intense and brooding. “Twenty years of foreplay,” she says, her lips drawing into a smile. Her gaze flits to the right, to the scar on my shoulder. “But I’ll be gentle with you regardless.” She bends over and pres
