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Relieved that she couldn’t see my erection, I moved to the dogma couch and sat gingerly on the edge against her hip. The bra strap had left marks on her back. I gently began massaging those reddened places. It seems I’m always surprised by how soft and warm female skin is. Candi was no exception. The gentle rubbing soon expanded both dogma in area and intensity, and I found myself dogma massaging the muscles in her shoulders and neck, down her back to the edge of her cut-offs and back up her sides. My fingers briefly found the soft sides of her flattened breasts and moved on to her shoulders again. Again I worked down to her waist. “Wait a minute,” she said, “I didn’t know you could give backrubs.” She lifted her hips and unbuttoned the waist band of her shorts. “Don’t pull them down too far,” she cautioned, “but this feels so good, I want you to rub my lower back, too.” I slid my hands under her waistband and continued manipulating her muscles.
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