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jacket, saying, "The hell with you being sure. I'm sure."
When he had his shirt off, Linda stood up right against him. His breath drew in hard, but he made no other movement when she undid his pants and pushed them down, catching the elastic band of his shorts in her thumbs so both garments came down at the same time. Then she put one finger against his chest and pushed. She didn't really exert any pressure, but Peter sat down on her bed as if his legs had crumpled. A minute later, Linda had his shoes and socks off and then his pants and shorts. She tossed those on the one chair and then bent over, offering Peter her mouth, murmuring just before their lips met, "Your turn."
Peter might look glassy-eyed, but there was nothing slow about his response. Mouth open to invite her tongue, his fingers undid the button of her waistband, slid the zipper down, let the skirt drop, and rid her of her panties. He stroked her buttocks, let his hands slide down the back of her thighs and pulled gently, first on one leg and then the other. Linda came atop him with one knee on each side of his narrow hips, but he did not maneuver to enter her, merely pulling her down against him so she was pressed hard against his shaft.
So excited that she was totally unaware that she still wore her blouse and camisole, Linda moved against him seeking to fill herself. Peter caught her hips to hold her still with one arm while his other hand unbuttoned her. Fortu-

 
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