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When she woke up Andrew was sleeping deeply beside her, lay down on his back, with his young mouth slightly opened. And Sally thought that she should wake him up. But how? She leaned upon her elbow and looked at him closely. He was slim and well - built.

There was nothing useless on his body. There was no misplaced shape, and no over - developed muscles except for the one between his legs that was soft and not so much alive right now. She studied it like she was an interested child watching a flower opening up while she was wondering how she could bring it to live again. She touched it carefully but still no sign of awakening. Andrew was still sleeping, breathing regularly, easy, like he was humming a barely perceptible symphony.

She put her forefinger round the sleepy prince while her thoughts were wandering. She put her tongue on it and made wet circles and lines on the benumbed skin that was starting to come to life. Being too careful to taste his every piece of body she didn't even notice his penis growing thicker under her sensuous finger movements. Finally the prince woke up very determined. Andrew followed its example. She stopped caressing him and laid down her back smiling.

"What is it?" he asked. His eyes were wide open but he wasn't up yet.
"Nothing. Except that your prince decided to take a small walk." She answered a bit ironical.
"Without me?"
"I think you can follow him." she replied and then bended and kissed him passionately. Their lips were together now and they looked like they were about to brake.
"You are absolutely delicious.," he murmured.

He wanted her so much. So much that he thought there was nothing that could stop him. He came near her, put his arms around her. She was like a small doll that was waiting for his move. He kissed her all over. Then he raised and he penetrated her in a short but careful movement. She started trembling and remained almost paralysed in the powerful and wonderful pressing of her lover. Her breasts were harden and red with pleasure, turned to the ceiling.

She felt like she was bigger, bigger than the room, bigger than anything she could think of was. His moves were penetrating her and he became one with her body, her breath, her all being. As far as he was concerned he was pulsating in her intimacy, in a mixture of warmth, women's perfume and everlasting desire. As if he had never had her before. As if it was their first date, their first touch.

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He shivered. She stopped his frantic motions, trying to calm him down for a moment. Then her trembling and his trembling came as one and they dissolved together into a sea of pleasures, unspoken, unlimited sensations.