An Evening T/together Part 5

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Part 6 of the 10 part series

Updated 03/18/2021
Created 07/15/2004
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He looks seeing the girl breathing harder and grins…she looks back her mind in a whirl…He moves to her and then back again…reaching to touch her but does not…she sighs and gasps seeing Him do this and goes back trying to eat.
He looks at her again and then stands up and moves behind her chair…His hands then move down her arms to hers…she stops and breathes in hard at His touch…He then moves her hands in His to cut a piece of the chicken in her plate…running her hand back and forth cutting into it with the fork and knife.
she watches His hands holding hers…the smoothness of the implements cutting the meat…she gasps and squirms a little…feeling His hot breath on her hair as He leans over her.
He grins to Himself…knowing she is getting excited…His hands grasp hers tighter as He brings the fork up slowly…just letting the food rest on her lips…running it along them…gently touching her…she sighs at the touch.
He tells her softly in her ear to open her mouth and slowly puts the food in…resting it teasingly on her tongue…swirling it around her mouth not letting her bite…then whispering to her to close her mouth and slowly removing the fork from it…little by little…allowing it to slide out gently…she moans softly excited at the way she is eating.
The juices from the meat go down her throat…the gravy running down with it as she swallows it down…He looks and smiles gently biting her neck as He moves T/their hands down for more…she moans more and feels the hair on her neck stand up as He does this over and over again…

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