But she didn't pull back. Her arm brushed his naked chest. She could feel his breath on her neck. Finally
Randi moved back away from him. But she could feel her pulse racing unexpectedly.
She bent down and mopped up the puddle. When she stood up again, he was right there beside her. It
was dark, but their faces were just inches away from each other.
"Randi, would you pour a glass for me?" Rick asked in a strange-sounding voice.
"You-could do it for yourself," she said nervously.
"What would you say if I told you I like to see the light shine through your nightgown?" he whispered.
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Yes!"
Suddenly she felt his hand on her face. He tilted her mouth up to his and his lips crushed down on hers.
His tongue was inside her mouth before Randi even knew it, searching and probing.
His hands were up inside her flimsy nightie too. They found her firm young naked tits and squeezed them
eagerly. His fingers pinched her soft, stiff nipples. Randi gasped.
"Oooohhh! God, we can't do this!" she cried, pulling back. "Rick! You know we can't! What do you
think you're doing?"
But he knew very well what he was doing. And she couldn't help responding. Her body grew warm and
pliant under his grasp.
"I can't help it, Randi!" he panted, kissing her neck. "I've always wanted you!"
"No, you can't say that," she said. "You're marrying Laura tomorrow.
You can't have me. You can't want me."
She pulled his hands off her tits and stepped back away from him. But she half-wished he had not let her
stop him. Part of her wanted him not to take no for an answer. She wanted him to rip off her nightie and
throw her down and fuck her right there on the kitchen floor, even though she knew that was crazy. Her
cunt was wet for him.
Randi moved back away from him. But she could feel her pulse racing unexpectedly.
She bent down and mopped up the puddle. When she stood up again, he was right there beside her. It
was dark, but their faces were just inches away from each other.
"Randi, would you pour a glass for me?" Rick asked in a strange-sounding voice.
"You-could do it for yourself," she said nervously.
"What would you say if I told you I like to see the light shine through your nightgown?" he whispered.
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Yes!"
Suddenly she felt his hand on her face. He tilted her mouth up to his and his lips crushed down on hers.
His tongue was inside her mouth before Randi even knew it, searching and probing.
His hands were up inside her flimsy nightie too. They found her firm young naked tits and squeezed them
eagerly. His fingers pinched her soft, stiff nipples. Randi gasped.
"Oooohhh! God, we can't do this!" she cried, pulling back. "Rick! You know we can't! What do you
think you're doing?"
But he knew very well what he was doing. And she couldn't help responding. Her body grew warm and
pliant under his grasp.
"I can't help it, Randi!" he panted, kissing her neck. "I've always wanted you!"
"No, you can't say that," she said. "You're marrying Laura tomorrow.
You can't have me. You can't want me."
She pulled his hands off her tits and stepped back away from him. But she half-wished he had not let her
stop him. Part of her wanted him not to take no for an answer. She wanted him to rip off her nightie and
throw her down and fuck her right there on the kitchen floor, even though she knew that was crazy. Her
cunt was wet for him.
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