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- There she sat, Karen and Scoot, hanging out. It was wonderful, his kisses,
- his embraces, his strength. She felt as though it would engulf her as
- he swirled his tongue inside of her mouth and she tased his sweetness.
- It was too much, his hand on her legs was slowly making her hornier and
- hornier: almost driving her ot of control.
-
- "Stop," she said: she turned around and put on some country music to
- slow down the tone.
-
- His hand kept going up and down her thighs, it was getting faster and
- faster and faster: The stimulation was making her hot and wet and weat
- all over. Karen's brow was getting damper and damper as the heat built
- up between her thighs. Finally, to torment him, she reached between
- his thighs and started to stoke his penis: slowly at first but with
- growing rapidity. At least, she thought, all is fair in love and war...
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- Scott started sweating as his penis grew harder and harder... the tension
- was almost unbearable and his penis felt as though it would explode.
- It was getting to the point of no return... but Karen knew what she was
- doing, she was slowly building up the tension inside of him: feeding on
- his sexual frustrations and his sexual desires. It was geting too much
- for him, she knew, as her hand rubbed up and down and made him feel like
- a sex object.
-
- "Oh, Karen, stop..." he gasped. Scott started taking off his pants
- but Karen promptly stopped him. It was too early, she thought, it was
- probably a little beter to tease him some more.
-
- "Karen, I want you..." these were words that she heard a million times.
- None of them meant it -- it always seemed like a farce. But, this
- time, for some absurd reason, it seemed as though Scott really wanted
- her in more ways than one. His body pressed hotly against her crotch,
- Karen could feel that she was getting more and more moist by the minute.
- The heat, the tension was getting unbearable and her desire for sex was
- just getting too severe.
-
- "Scott, stop," she whispered unbelievably as he stuck his hand into
- her pants, sticking his fingers so that they would stroke up and down
- her wetness. "Stop Scott, you're going too fast" -- she knew that he
- thought that she wanted more but she had to say it anyways; it was just
- all part of the good girl image that all women had to keep...
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- More later...