"Of course."

I scooted forward on the cushions, my thighs hugging her hips, and reached for her as she held her hair in place. My fingers dug into her supple skin. I marveled at how soft and smooth she felt, how every touch called forth memories and how the scent of her still stirred in me a longing to explore her. Time passed in thoughtless caresses until I stopped trying to massage her from under her shirt and told her to just take it off.

Then my fingers were sliding under her bra, kneading into the knots, and soon that too was on the floor. I continued to massage her,...