Reaching high to the hutch
Exposing her rear to clutch
Very seductively and a bit much
She encouraged me and my touch
Like a moth to a flame
I pretended to fall
And proceeded to lean
Against the rear of her jeans
As my front torso did cling
To the rear of her jeans
Upward past the root of her breast
My hands careened
And reaching deep into the hutch
Our hands ignited in touch
Pausing for awhile
She turns her head to reveal a smile
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