. . .Meanwhile, I thought Lily was quite entrancing. After a short time we began kissing, and before long, I couldn’t help myself from slamming her against the door of the refrigerator, where I held her by the arms so that she couldn’t move. She didn’t seem to mind this, but her wine glass nearly tipped out of her hand as I gripped her. “Let me hold that for you,†interjected the servant boy, who had been quietly observing us from a distance of a couple of feet. He took the wine glass from her quivering hand and stood back to watch some more.
I kissed Lily, playfully teasing her lips with my tongue. I took off her top, and she removed mine. After fumbling with the clips for what seemed like forever, I finally removed Lily’s bra. As her breasts came free they bounced in the air like young roes jumping on the hill. (more. . .)
