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    Church of Hot Addiction – (Chapter: Chapter Ten)

     

    Ashley remembered the events before and scrunched her face up in disgust. “Shit…you’re right…” She shivered slightly. “That was a close call…look…you…stay here and I will be right back.”

     

    I nodded my head and sat down on one of the tables as Ashley made her way into the hallway to go wash her hands. I was using this time to compose myself for the seduction that I knew was coming when she returned.

     

    She slipped back inside the room and displayed her hands. “See now they are completely spotless…aren’t my hands gorgeous?” She said winking at me.

     

    “I don’t know…with all those calluses you get from playing they look kind of manly to me.” I said smiling at her.

     

    “Ouch…what a way to hurt your girlfriend!” She said pouting.

     

    “Hey you were the one who was admiring your own hands.”

     

    “You weren’t complaining about my hands the other day!” She said shoving her hands behind her back.

     

    I blushed as I remembered what had happened and shook my head at her. “I wasn’t exactly in the best position to be complaining. Now if I had actually been able to say something that day…”

     

    “You would have said what?” She asked looking at me curiously.

     

    “I would have said that your hands are…”

     

    “What?” She said taking a step closer to me sliding a finger across my cheek.

     

    “That they are…” I said taking a deep breath.

     

    “They are…” She said sliding her finger lower tracing the top of my shirt.

     

    “They…” I couldn’t think anymore as her fingers slid over my breasts down to the hem of my shirt. “are…”

     

    Her hand slid underneath my shirt and her fingers grazed my stomach softly. I moaned out softly as she just let her fingers move back and forth across my midsection.

     

    “You still haven’t told me what my hands are Spence…” She said into my ear.

     

    She began to lightly tap my stomach causing little shockwaves to go through my body and making my center warm.

     

    “They…” I said as I struggled to speak.

     

    “What Spence?” She said moving her fingers up to my bra sliding one finger underneath to trace the lower contours of my breast.

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    1. if this lunch date is anything like the one spencer just remembered then i cant wait…… if its not then…… i just cant wait anyways. i love this story…

    2. if this lunch date is anything like the one spencer just remembered then i cant wait…… if its not then…… i just cant wait anyways. i love this story…

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