He slowly and gently passed his hands down the middle of her back. Just barely touching her amber soft skin. As to not disturb her breathing or concentration. He felt the chills she felt and he herd the faint gasp that came from her full and succulent lips. He then gently lowered his head next to hers and softly whispered in her ear. The words were so soft and subtle, she felt the warmth of his breath as he softly spoke to her, as if he was letting her into a world of his that noone else was permited to enter and now finally she was allowed with the softness of the words brushing against her tender ears. Those words she was so accustomed to hear now felt like passages to an undefined world she would be permitted to explore. Then he said it again this time not so subtle "Vieja were is my beer!"
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