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        then  I  follow her and stand beside her in front of the mirror.  We 
        look good together, we really do.  Her golden hair and  my sparkling 
        eyes.  Her jutting breasts and my broad shoulders.   Her neat little 
        pubic  triangle  and  my  dangling organ, still  soft but  distended 
        to  its  full length. I take her hand and let her feel it.  "See," I 
        say. "With the slightest encouragement it'll slide right in." 
             "And I suppose that would solve everything." 
             "Well, maybe not everything.  But you've got to admit, it would
        sort of round out the evening."
             She  scoops  her  brassiere from a stool, bends forward to drop 
        her breasts into it.  "That's  just about all you think about, isn't 
        it?" 
             "Kim, for God's sake, what's bugging you?" 
             "Well, isn't it?" 
             "Of course not.  Whatever gave you that idea?" 
             "Whatever didn't?  Now come on. Get into your clothes and let's 
        get out of here." 
             As she applies her lipstick, I nuzzle her from behind, my hands
        on her abdomen, just below her breasts. At first, she ignores me, or
        seems to, and then her body shifts, ever so slightly, and I feel the
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