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With trembling hands, I carefully pulled back the sheets and was rewarded by the sight of her sleeping on her stomach with just a tee-shirt again and panties. With one leg bent up, part of her bush was exposed. I slowly reached down and stroke a few curly pubic hairs as I listened to her breathing in her drunken sleep.Carefully, I place my fingers on her panty-clad mound and felt the heat as I gently squeezed and massaged her crotch. My other hand gently squeezed her butt.After a few moments of getting her crotch felt up, she moaned and defensively closed her legs. At first I was disappointed, but then I realized that in her u*********s defense to stop the rubbing of her crotch, she actually gave me an opportunity to pull the back of her panties down over her ass cheeks. I lifted the waistband up and slowly pulled it down, listening to her breathe while I gradually revealed the sweet buns of the family guest.I copped a few feels, enjoying their naked fullness, and then gave. If this was in her imagination it was the most vivid fantasy she had ever concocted!She let out a quick breath and climbed out of the tub. She could still feel little tingles in her nether regions as she dried herself.Once more putting on her red house coat she went and threw herself onto the bed.She lay on her back and decided that what she had felt was simply because she was very horny. She hadn’t had sex since Christmas and it was time she tried to find someone to fill that void. Until then she would take care of herself!She closed her eyes and reached inside her robe. Her nipples were puckered and hard from the bath and she squeezed one of them softly. With her other hand she tickled her opening and slipped a finger inside.She pushed her house coat open and spread her legs eagerly. With one hand cupping her tit and the other pushing against her clitoris she started to moan. She bent her knees and rubbed her open palm against her mound quickly. When she was close to cumming she.
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