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           Withoutanyslynessbutwiththesensualnessofachildseekingwarmth,hishandinherlappulledupthesilkofherdresstoshowmilkywhitethighabovethesheernettedgoldofherstockingsandasalways,despiteallthewomen,alltheyears,allthefamiliarity,Johnnyfeltthefluidstickywarmnessfloodingthroughhisbodyatthatsight.Themiraclestillhappened,andwhatwouldhedowhenthatfailedhimashisvoicehad?

           Hewasreadynow.Heputhisdrinkdownonthelonginlaidcocktailtableandturnedhisbodytowardher.Hewasverysure,verydeliberate,andyettender.Therewasnothingslyorlecherouslylasciviousinhiscaresses.Hekissedheronthelipswhilehishandsrosetoherbreasts.Hishandfelltoherwarmthighs,theskinsosilkytohistouch.Herreturningkisswaswarmbutnotpassionateandhepreferreditthatwayrightnow.Hehatedgirlswhoturnedonallofasuddenasiftheirbodiesweremotorsgalvanizedintoeroticpumpingsbythetouchingofahairyswitch.

           Thenhedidsomethinghealwaysdid,somethingthathadneveryetfailedtoarousehim.Delicatelyandaslightlyasitwaspossibletodosoandstillfeelsomething,hebrushedthetipofhismiddlefingerdeepdownbetweenherthighs.Somegirlsneverevenfeltthatinitialmovetowardlovemaking.Someweredistractedbyit,notsureitwasaphysicaltouchbecauseatthesametimehealwayskissedthemdeeplyonthemouth.Stillothersseemedtosuckinhisfingerorgobbleitupwithapelvicthrust.Andofcoursebeforehebecamefamous,somegirlshadslappedhisface.