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Click here"God Clare that was wonderful," I gasped, as I pulled her back on the sofa.
We lay kissing and slowly exploring each other but now it was relaxed and sleepy. I continued to try to push my hand under her skirt but she mumbled "Uhha, not now."
Her skirt had fallen apart enough to show her blue silk knickers with a fresh damp stain where they disappeared between her thighs.
"Clare, you look very wet down there," I whispered.
"Are you surprised after what you have been doing to me?"
"Oh yes, I better sort that out and, you young man, had better get yourself decent and return to the bosom of your family."
" I would rather stay with your bosom," I said nuzzling between her breasts again. She took hold of both my shoulders and pushed me away.
"Ben, that's enough! Get yourself decent. I can hear Bruno scratching at the backdoor and if I let him in with you like that I wouldn't like to think of the consequences." She said laughing.
She pulled her cardigan together and fastened a couple of buttons in the middle hiding those gorgeous globes. I reluctantly got dressed not wishing to make her cross.
"Clare, if I have any further problems with biochem can I call on you?"
"Of course. Why don't you bring some of your photos next time? I might show you some more of mine!" she spoke with that twinkle in her eye and a smile across her lips.
We both got up and walked towards the hall. She put her arm round me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"That was fun but remember 'lightly'! Bye Ben. Good luck with the exams".
She closed the front door and I heard her calling for Bruno,
"Bruno, walkies".
...but "crutch"? Does Ben have a broken leg? I believe you mean "crotch".