"It can be anywhere you like," Pan said, but then he took her at her word, sliding his hands to her thighs, and then up and under the tight, short skirt to brush against the sheer black lace of her underwear, stroking her through the fabric for several long moments before slipping his fingers underneath the edge.
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Date: 2010-12-14 04:11 am (UTC)