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Chrissie dried after her bath, towelled under arms and legs, a radio played from the other room, cello sonatas, Bach, Delia listened, played a pretend cello drawing an invisible bow across invisible strings, she'd played this that time to that music teacher at college before having her(sexually) in her student bed, Chrissie dried between thighs, eyed her mirrored self, plumpish, pink of skin, love bites where Delia had ****** and ****** Delia drew the bow slower as the music slowed, head to one side, invisible cello between opened thighs, smiled, the woman her father hired to care for her at term breaks from boarding school, Delia has seduced and bedded in the first Easter term, Chrissie dried between toes and feet, towelled a final area of skin, stood, washed out the bath, the Bach flowed on, cello sounds, recalling Delia moving over her body like a snake, tonguing over and over, Delia closed her eyes, the cello stilled, invisible bow blown away like leaves in wind, she lay back and waited for Chrissie to return, bathed, dried wanting her *** to heat and burn.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
WHILE A CELLO PLAYED 1995.
Chrissie dried after her bath, towelled under arms and legs, a radio played from the other room, cello sonatas, Bach, Delia listened, played a pretend cello drawing an invisible bow across invisible strings, she'd played this that time to that music teacher at college before having her(sexually) in her student bed, Chrissie dried between thighs, eyed her mirrored self, plumpish, pink of skin, love bites where Delia had ****** and ****** Delia drew the bow slower as the music slowed, head to one side, invisible cello between opened thighs, smiled, the woman her father hired to care for her at term breaks from boarding school, Delia has seduced and bedded in the first Easter term, Chrissie dried between toes and feet, towelled a final area of skin, stood, washed out the bath, the Bach flowed on, cello sounds, recalling Delia moving over her body like a snake, tonguing over and over, Delia closed her eyes, the cello stilled, invisible bow blown away like leaves in wind, she lay back and waited for Chrissie to return, bathed, dried wanting her *** to heat and burn.
TWO WOMAN AND THOUGHTS WHILE A CELLO PLAYED IN 1995
#cello#women#lesbian#bach#1995
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
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