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     With Makeeda in Japan, enjoying the intoxicating,
exciting new ascendance of her career, Laura was curiously
restless.  She had enjoyed her Sunday afternoon of fucking
with Sara and Sheena, and had ever since been accommodating
her feelings to the fresh tilt her relationship with Sara
had suddenly taken.  In the background, though, there was
still the deep longing for the girl who was singing her
heart out in Tokyo, pouring out the emotion Laura craved
over those nodding, smiling Japanese jazz fans.
     
     The following Saturday she went to the wedding of a
girl who worked in her office.  The reception was held on
the top floor of one of the downtown hotels, and there,
though Laura tried very hard to prevent it, she could not
keep her eyes from straying to one of the bridesmaids, whom
she had also been unable to stop staring at during the
wedding itself.  The only black girl in the wedding party,
or actually even present at the whole wedding, this girl,
though not conventionally pretty, was to Laura perfectly
stunning in her lemon yellow, scoop-necked bridesmaid's
dress, so dark and lovely, with a perfect smooth chest and
perfect bone structure, as well as an infectious, easily-
summoned smile accentuating her even white teeth.
     
     Since there was hardly any way Laura would ever get to
take her to bed, she had to content herself with looking,
hungering, and doing her best not to let it be seen by
anyone present, least of all the girl, in whom Laura could
not detect the slightest hint of sexual leaning one way or
the other.  The most she knew was that the girl had not come
to the wedding with an escort.  Her partner among the
groom's men was a white jock type, who seemed totally
oblivious to the girl's considerable charms and indeed was
constantly clinging to his own blonde girlfriend.  The
pretty black girl was left on her own much of the time at
the reception and occasionally asked to dance only out of
duty, it seemed, by other male members of the wedding party.
     
     Laura ached to ask the girl to dance herself but did
not dare, though she did get close to it when the bride led
a bunch of tipsy guests, including Laura and the bridesmaid,
on a snaking conga line through the party room.  Laura, a
little woozy from champagne, had managed to squeeze into the
line directly behind the charming black girl, and when the
dance finally petered out several minutes later and all
participants dissolved in laughter, she found herself, as
she had planned, face to face with the darling thing.
     
     "I'm Laura," she introduced herself, wiping the brief
tears of laughter from her eyes, holding out her hand.  "I
don't think we've met."
     
     "Jamilah Franklin," the girl said, shaking Laura's
hand, still giggling happily from the aftermath of the conga
line merriment.  "Pleased to meet you."
     
     "I think I had too much champagne," Laura confessed.
"I have to sit down somewhere for a minute."
     
     "Me too," Jamilah laughed.  "Over here.  I think I'll
collapse if I don't sit somewhere."
     
     The reception by now was dissolving more into happy
chaos than before, chiefly on account of the flow of
champagne, and no one really noticed Laura and Jamilah
sitting together in the back of the room at a dimly lit
table.  They talked quietly and became genuine friends in
just a few minutes.  When Laura mentioned that she didn't
dare drive home yet in this condition, and ideally needed a
short nap first, she was really half-joking, but Jamilah
immediately came up with a suggestion.
     
     "You should just come downstairs to my room and sleep
it off first."  When Laura looked puzzled, she went on.
"We're staying here in the hotel overnight.  Everyone in the
wedding party.  They didn't want us driving home after the
reception, wanted us to have a good time, and also they've
got some wedding breakfast to-do planned for the morning.
They paid for everybody to stay, isn't that about the best
thing you ever heard?  So I have a room downstairs.
Fourteenth floor.  Why don't I take you down there, and you
can just take a little nap and sober up.  In fact," she
grinned, "I think I could use one myself.  I never drink
champagne.  It makes me all gurgly and unbalanced.  We could
hold onto each other on the way down, just to make sure
neither one of us falls."
     
     I'll bet you don't know how good that sounds to me
right now, you lovely darling, Laura thought, trying not to
leer at the enchanting Jamilah, or look too closely at the
smooth black skin of her chest, or the small hint of
cleavage above her scoop neck bright yellow dress.  I could
hold onto you forever.  Instead, she smiled politely.
     
     "I think that sounds like a perfectly fine idea," she
said.  "I wouldn't want to make you leave the party early,
though.  Maybe you could just show me down there, let me
pass out, and come back up here for more fun."
     
     Jamilah leaned closer to Laura, across the small
cocktail table, and whispered intimately.  Laura could
hardly bear the intensity of her sudden desire, feeling the
girl so close, inhaling her fresh, girlish fragrance,
looking in fascination at the smooth black skin of her neck,
which she so longed to kiss.
     
     "If you want to know the truth," Jamilah whispered,
"I've about had it.  Mostly they won't dance with me," she
said, a little wistfully, Laura thought, as if there were a
small but real racist component to the refusal of the men
present to dance with her, something that made her feel
rejected and lonely, but something she was used to and could
live with.  "And I'm a little woozy too . . . just like
you."  She beamed at Laura.  "We can just watch TV for a few
minutes and then pass out together."
     
     What a divine thought, Laura felt but did not say.  I
would love to pass out with you.  "I think I'll have to
accept your invitation," she said softly, warmly, looking
directly into Jamilah's black eyes to let her know that she
herself was not like the stupid men here.  I would dance
with you any time, any place, she let her eyes say, but not
so blatantly that Jamilah would see it and panic.
     
     They guided each other to the elevator, then down to
the fourteenth floor.  Jamilah had a little trouble with the
card key, and Laura helped her.  Once inside, Laura had to
exert tons of self-control not to make a pass at the lovely
girl.  The champagne made her far less inhibited than usual,
and she really wanted to grab Jamilah and kiss her
ravenously.  She sat on the end of one bed, since the room
had two, and kicked off her shoes, acting a little drunker
than she actually was, whimsical and full of pixie mischief
that was a simple prelude to passing out.
     
     "I swear, I could just sink back and drop into a coma
right here," she laughed, falling backward onto the
mattress.
     
     Jamilah smiled at her from across the room, where she
was depositing her small clutch back on the table.  "Go
right ahead.  Nobody to disturb you.  You can sleep there
the whole night, if you feel like it."
     
     Laura smiled.  Funny how everything seemed like a
double entendre in a situation like this.  I will keep my
hands to myself and respect the wishes of this fetching,
darling girl, she repeated over and over to herself as she
slowly drifted off into a sweet champagne stupor.
     
     She had no idea how long she slept: an hour, or half
the night.  Slowly she drifted back to consciousness,
smelling cigarette smoke, hearing the soft, mindless drone
of the TV.  It took a few seconds to get her cloudy eyes to
focus, and there was a dull headache in the back of her
skull making it difficult too.  Finally, squinting, she
turned her head to see Jamilah sitting cross-legged, lotus-
style, on the other bed, smoking and watching the TV, which
was turned down very low.  She was wearing a thin white
shorty nightgown with tiny bluebells all over it and
spaghetti straps that allowed large swaths of her delicious
smooth black skin to be visible.
     
     Obviously she doesn't know what a slut is dozing on the
other bed here next to her, Laura reflected, feeling her
drowsy, half-befuddled mind begin to clear.  And how I want
to run my hands all over her nakedness.  She is so lovely
like this, not knowing I'm watching her.  Admiring her.
Wanting her.
     
     But somehow the mysterious reflex that told someone you
were looking at her suddenly kicked in, and Jamilah turned
her head to face Laura.  She smiled.  "You finally wake up?"
     
     Laura smiled back.  "How long have I been asleep?"
     
     Jamilah crinkled her nose playfully and put out her
cigarette in the glass ashtray that sat on the bedspread by
her pretty round knee.  "Only about an hour.  Did you know
you snore?"  She made a teasing face at Laura.
     
     "I do not!" Laura frowned, propping herself up on her
elbows.
     
     Jamilah smirked playfully.  "Suit yourself.  Guess I
was imagining that growly noise that was coming from your
nose."
     
     Laura, feeling more sprightly and revived by the
second, seized the opportunity.  She sat up and slid off the
bed, quickly joining Jamilah on the other one, lightly
pinching her shapely brown arm.
     
     "I do not snore," she laughed.  "Take it back."
     
     Jamilah frowned.  "Won't.  It's true."
     
     Laura pinched her again, but not very hard.  "I'll give
you ten seconds to take it back."
     
     "Or what?" Jamilah laughed, black eyes twinkling.
     
     She scooted back a little from Laura on the bedspread,
and her young breasts swayed under the cloth of her nightie.
Laura could see the large dark circles of her nipples
through the thin white cloth, even though it was sprinkled
with the bluebell pattern.  Jamilah had large, deeply black
nipples.
     
     Laura reached out again and touched Jamilah's bare
shoulder, but this time her fingers gave it a caress instead
of a pinch.  Both of them could feel the change flash
through their bodies.  Jamilah looked down at Laura's
fingertips on her shoulder.  She grinned.
     
     "Better be careful or someone'll think you're a
lesbian," she said, with a half-grin.
     
     Without missing a beat, Laura said boldly, though
softly, "I am a lesbian.  Does that bother you?"
     
     Jamilah was briefly taken aback and froze slightly, her
face betraying a mild confusion Laura had not seen there
before.  On the other hand, she knew Laura was no real
threat and realized that they had got along very well
together up to now.  She smiled.
     
     "No.  Never had one try to get me, though."
     
     "I'm not 'trying to get you,'" Laura said softly,
withdrawing her hand.   "You are very attractive, though.  I
guess you know that."
     
     Jamilah smiled winningly, showing a lot of her even
white teeth and her ebullient personality.  "To some guys,"
she confessed.  "Never knew I was to some girls too."
     
     "You are to this girl.  I wish I could kiss you where I
just touched you with my fingers."
     
     Jamilah shrugged and giggled softly, nervously.  "Do
you think that would make me a lesbian?  If I let you?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "No, I don't think so.  But if
you'd rather not . . ."
     
     Jamilah seemed to ponder it.  "What if I like it?"
     
     Now it was Laura's turn to shrug.  "Nobody will know
but us.  I can keep a secret.  Can you?"
     
     Jamilah's black eyes went briefly out of focus, as if
some rapid calculation was going on in the back of her head
that made strict attention impossible for the moment.  Then
she focused again.
     
     "I guess I can," she said quietly.  "Want to try it?"
     
     Laura nodded, holding Jamilah's eyes with hers.  God,
do I ever want to try it, she thought.  Jamilah was not
really beautiful.  Her eyes were set a little too widely
apart, and her nose was too flat.  But at this moment,
yielding to Laura, solemn with sexual promise and wonder,
she was almost exquisitely lovely, luminous with the sense
of mystery that pervaded the room, the mystery of new sexual
adventure, and at the same time soft and glowing with easy
sensuality and warmth for Laura.
     
     Laura raised the same hand that had been caressing
Jamilah's bare shoulder and touched the girl's smooth black
cheek with one fingertip.  She was tempted to move her
finger over to Jamilah's wide, sensual mouth and ask to kiss
it first but decided to stick to the plan.  Slowly she
leaned forward and brushed Jamilah's shoulder with her lips.
     
     "You have such beautiful skin," she whispered, moving
her lips all over Jamilah's perfect round shoulder.
     
     Jamilah swallowed, looking down at Laura's lips on her
body.  "Thank you," she said in a small voice.  The TV was
still droning softly in the background.
     
     After a few seconds, Laura let her lips follow
Jamilah's perfectly straight collarbone toward her smooth
neck, jumping over the spaghetti strap of her wispy little
nightgown, then kissing the flesh of her shoulder until her
lips were exploring the girl's throat, working their way
upward.
     
     "You have a divine neck," she whispered to Jamilah,
feeling her own cunt suddenly flood with juice as she
realized that fucking this darling girl was probably
possible now.
     
     This time Jamilah took a little longer to reply but was
as polite as before.  "Thank . . . you," she murmured,
tilting her head slightly to the side to make it easier for
Laura's lips to crawl up and down her marvelous smooth neck.
     
     Laura's lips found the edge of her jaw, then her ear,
which she made love to carefully and thoroughly, breathing
into it, finally slithering her tongue into it.  "I want to
kiss you," she breathed.  "You are so lovely.  May I kiss
you, Jamilah?"
     
     Jamilah was breathing harder now, and she seemed afraid
that things were progressing too quickly.  "I thought you
were just going to kiss my shoulder," she smiled, pulling
back a little from Laura.
     
     "I was," Laura confessed.  "But you are so desirable.
You're neck is so beautiful."
     
     Jamilah beamed.  "You really think so?"  She was
perhaps not accustomed to being so pointedly praised,
especially by men who were hungrily focused only on her
breasts and her pussy.
     
     "I really do," Laura said.  "I want to kiss it and kiss
it.  And I want to kiss your mouth."  Again she moved her
face closer to Jamilah's.  "Are you going to let me kiss
you?"
     
     "I don't know," Jamilah said frankly.  "This is feeling
pretty good.  I'm kind of afraid we might really get into it
if I let you do that."
     
     Laura grinned.  "And you don't want to really get into
it, right?"
     
     Jamilah looked embarrassed, as if she had been caught
out.  "Actually, I'm beginning to feel more and more like I
do."
     
     "Tell you what," Laura proposed.  "Let me kiss you
once.  Then, if it feels too good, we can stop."
     
     Jamilah made a funny face.  "That sounds so weird.
Like, if it feels too good we stop.  Seems like if it feels
too good, we should do more of it."
     
     Laura felt her own eyelids lowering, she was so
overcome by sexual desire for this sweet girl.  "Maybe we
should just go with the flow, as they say."
     
     Again Jamilah looked faintly embarrassed.  "You know,
if we ended up doing it . . . I don't think I would know
what to do.  I never even imagined being in this situation
before."
     
     Laura grinned warmly at her.  "I guess if one of us
knows, that's enough."
     
     She now leaned forward and caught Jamilah's mouth with
her own before the girl could come up with any more delaying
tactics.  Jamilah was slightly surprised but did not pull
back.  She let herself be kissed.  She did not really kiss
Laura back at first, simply letting Laura slowly rub her
lips over hers, but in a few moments she responded, kissing
Laura back slowly, curving her mouth so that their lips
could fit more intimately together.
     
     Laura was patient.  She realized that Jamilah was now
hers but had to be taken slowly, patiently, to the paradise
that awaited her.  Laura did not press forward quickly and
was content to let their emotions intermingle first through
their sweet kiss, until it slowly became warmer and more
insistent, and Jamilah's lips began to part.  Soon Jamilah's
teeth parted enough for the tip of Laura's tongue to slip
between them, though not all the way into Jamilah's mouth.
     
     All this time Laura had not touched her, but now she
began to caress Jamilah's bare shoulders again with her
fingertips, then her lovely long neck.  She pushed her
tongue more vigorously forward, until it slipped into
Jamilah's warm, wet mouth.  Jamilah met Laura's tongue
tentatively with her own, caressing it gently, then touching
Laura's cheek with her own fingertips as their kiss grew
even more intimate.
     
     Laura sucked Jamilah's sensual lips and kissed her
smooth forehead.  "You are such a good kisser," she
breathed, lowering her mouth again to Jamilah's for a more
passionate assault.
     
     "So are you," Jamilah smiled before Laura's mouth
caught hers again.
     
     This time, as often happened with the second kiss, they
were both more uninhibited.  Laura kissed her hungrily.
Jamilah responded by opening her mouth wider, and even
thrusting her tongue into Laura's.  Laura pushed her gently
down onto her back on the bed.  She kissed her neck now and
sucked it too, then moved her lips over to Jamilah's other
shoulder.  Jamilah was panting softly and even mewling
softly in a faraway voice.
     
     Laura slid one hand down the flimsy nightie to the hem,
then slid it back up underneath the fabric, running it along
the smooth ripples of Jamilah's ribcage until the backs of
her knuckles grazed the bulging, firm underside of one of
the girl's breasts.  Though it was impossible for her not to
have noticed, Jamilah kept kissing Laura as if nothing had
happened.  This being the case, Laura moved her hand on up
and cupped the perfect little round ball in her palm.
     
     After a little more hungry kissing and squeezing, she
made a suggestion, in a low, whispery voice.  "Why don't we
take this off?  I want to kiss the rest of your beautiful
body."
     
     Jamilah's eyes looked drowsy and swirly and very
sexually aroused.  She was no longer offering any
resistance.  "Aren't you going to take yours off too?" she
asked, in an almost childish voice, letting her fingers
trail across the sleeve of Laura's dress.
     
     "Yes . . . I am," Laura smiled, immediately beginning
to unzip and pull off her clothes.  "Why don't we just get
naked and get under the covers?"
     
     Jamilah, an amused smile crossing her lips, watched
Laura undress.  "I think I'd rather just lie here on top of
the covers.  I'm kind of . . . liking this, you know."
     
     Laura was down to her underwear, black and lacy, and
Jamilah was staring.  "I'm kind of liking it too," Laura
said back with a sexy, pouty moue.
     
     "What great underwear."
     
     "Thank you."  Laura turned her back and held up her
mane of hair.  "Please unfasten."
     
     Jamilah obliged, unhooking Laura's bra and skimming the
straps off Laura's shoulders with both hands.  "Have you
ever done it with a black girl before?" she asked, while
Laura's back was still to her.
     
     Laura dropped her hair and turned back to face her,
discarding her limp bra at the same time.  "A few," she
breathed, eyelids heavy, her hands coming up again to
Jamilah's nightgown and lifting it from the hem upward.
"None as gorgeous as you, though."
     
     This was technically true since no woman was ever as
gorgeous to Laura as the one she was currently making love
to.  And Jamilah was at this moment devastatingly lovely,
soft and sexy and yielding, her young lean body amazingly
black and smooth and velvety under Laura's fingertips.
     
     "You just saying that," Jamilah smiled lazily as she
helped Laura lift the bluebell-sprinkled nightie up over her
head.
     
      Laura glanced down and realized that she had not
 really been lying.  Jamilah had a beautiful naked body.
 Some might find her a little skinny, or too bony, but not
 Laura, who positively relished the lean look and was
 totally captivated by Jamilah's perfect little breasts, so
 well-proportioned to her torso, beautiful little round
 balls with large, blacker than black nipples.  Her mouth
 was already watering.
     
     She cradled them in her palms while kissing Jamilah
 again, an aching slow kiss, full of sensual tongue and
 emotion.  While she kissed her, she rubbed her thumbs
 slowly back and forth across Jamilah's large black
 nipples, feeling the softer skin of her wide areolas
 tighten and the thick nubs in the centers grow harder.
 Finally, she dropped her mouth to one and sucked Jamilah's
 nipple into her mouth.
     
     It was the most heavenly moment for both of them.
 Laura could swear she felt a gush of fresh warm juice into
 her pussy at the second Jamilah's large nipple slid
 between her lips, and Jamilah herself gave a soft little
 cry, as if what she had been anticipating had finally
 happened, and it had been even better than she had
 expected.
     
     "Oh!"
     
     Without releasing Jamilah's nipple from her lips, Laura
 raised her eyes.  Jamilah's face was twisted in a smile of
 intense pleasure.  Laura sucked her wet nipple hard enough
 to make Jamilah's mouth twist even more sharply, and her
 brow furrow.
     
     "Ohhh!"
     
     "You like that?" she inquired softly, licking the shiny
 black bulb.
     
     "Oh . . . yes!"
     
     "Do you want me to do it to the other one?"
     
     This time her eyes caught Jamilah's, whose eyes now
 seemed to reflect for the first time her knowledge that
 she was going to be treated to a sexual experience unlike
 any she had yet experienced.
     
     "Yes," she nodded.  "Oh!  God, Laura, you make it feel
 so good!"
     
     "You have such beautiful big nipples," Laura panted,
 now sucking and licking them more passionately, pinching
 one damp one in her thumb and forefinger while she sucked
 the other, going back and forth between Jamilah's lovely
 breasts rapidly.
     
     "Oh . . . oh," Jamilah gasped softly.  "It's making my
 pussy so wet."
     
     Laura smiled up at her.  As if you had to tell me,
 darling.  Mine's pretty sloppy too about now.  She let her
 mouth depart from Jamilah's scrumptious wet black nipples
 long enough to rise up and kiss her mouth again savagely.
     
     "Mmmm, all wet with sweet fuck juice for me to lick?"
 she murmured to the panting girl.
     
     Jamilah kissed her back hungrily, then smiled as Laura
 drew back.  "I never knew it could be this hot.  I mean
 with a girl."
     
     "May I lick your pussy?" Laura asked, half-laughing, as
 Jamilah did too, over how polite this request sounded.
     
     "You better," Jamilah laughed.  "If you don't, I'm
 going to have to make myself come with my hand."
     
     "Oh," Laura teased, sliding again slowly down Jamilah's
 lovely, writhing body, "are we that close to coming?  I
 don't think Laura will like that because Laura loves to
 lick a pretty wet pussy just about forever."  She looked
 up and winked at Jamilah, who was about to burst from
 sweet sexual anticipation.  "I don't think we can let you
 come for a few more minutes at least."
     
     She could hardly prevent herself from lingering anyway
 over the girl's hard, rippling abdominal muscles.  Like
 Jane, Jamilah had a beautiful, hard, rippling midriff, not
 because she worked out but merely because she was young,
 had been born with it, and had not yet aged enough for it
 to deteriorate.  Her stomach muscles were hard and velvety
 at the same time, and Laura kissed and stroked them
 hungrily, letting one hand drop between Jamilah's yawning
 thighs at the same time, letting her fingers toy with the
 greasy, parted lips of Jamilah's now-inflamed pussy.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"  Jamilah gasped, twisting more energetically
 than before.  "Oh Laura!"
     
     "Calm down, honey," Laura soothed her in a low, patient
 voice.  "You're going to get there.  I just want to enjoy
 your fantastic body first.  Okay?"
     
     "Yes . . . unhhhh!  Yes!  Oh!"
     
     She realized that Jamilah was a good subject.  Her body
 was very sensitive and responded eagerly to Laura's kisses
 and caresses.  Laura did not know if she usually came fast
 or not, but occasionally women let you know if they came
 slowly, or with difficulty, and Jamilah had not mentioned
 it.  From the way she was panting and moaning and
 squirming, Laura figured she would not have any trouble
 eliciting quick and crushing climaxes from this lovely
 young body.
     
     Her only problem would be to keep them from erupting
 too quickly.  And the more she kissed and stroked
 Jamilah's heavenly young flesh, the more it seemed to be a
 problem.  This girl is going to come in seconds, if I'm
 not careful, she thought, teasing Jamilah's nubby navel
 with the tip of her tongue.  She's going to spoil all my
 fun.  What a delicious smooth, hard young body.  I want to
 fuck her forever.
     
     Still, she knew that if they got past this moment,
 Jamilah would be hers.  A night of slow, glorious fucking
 awaited them, and she only had to bring Jamilah to the
 paradise she was so clearly yearning for to make the
 delicious girl her love slave for the next few hours.  It
 was only when she finally slid lower and came upon
 Jamilah's exquisite pussy that these thoughts went out the
 window.
     
     Oh my god, I don't want this ever to end, Laura
 thought.  What a beautiful pussy!  Jamilah's blossoming
 cunt was too perfect for belief, beautifully shaped,
 sexily puckered and wet and dark pink inside, and when
 Laura pulled the labia open even further with her fingers,
 she exposed a large wet expanse of raw flesh, larger than
 normal it seemed, a hot glistening wet patch of cunt meat
 that she suddenly felt a fierce urge to press her own
 flooding pussy against.  I can't let her come until I've
 felt this, she thought, suddenly twisting her own body so
 that she could bring their crotches together.
     
     Jamilah was totally submissive, gazing up at Laura with
 throbbing eyes, her body pliant and obediently as Laura
 positioned their legs, slipping one of hers under one of
 Jamilah's and scooting forward until her own hot, oozing
 cunt pushed into the girl's gaping wet slit, which she
 held open with two fingers.  She held her own open too
 with another two fingers and felt briefly like a surgeon
 making sure to bring about a precise connection of their
 hot, squirmy, wet flesh.  When it did happen, both of them
 felt a stream of sweet sexual electricity flow between
 their bodies.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh!" Jamilah gasped as their pussies pressed
 together.
     
     Laura felt her own body sag momentarily in the wild
 flux of emotion and sharp physical pleasure that flooded
 her flesh as she felt Jamilah's hot pussy sliding against
 hers.  "Unhhh!  Oh god . . .yes!" she too gasped, her head
 falling back, her body limp with sexual bliss but then
 quickly filling again with fierce sexual urgency.
     
     Sometimes it was hard actually to come this way, but
 this time Laura didn't care one way or another.  She
 wanted to fuck Jamilah like this for an hour before making
 her come.  And Jamilah seemed to have no objections to it.
 She was sunk in a groggy sexual trance, her face
 transfixed by a sexual pleasure so intense that it was
 hard to know if she was even focusing on Laura's face as
 Laura began to grind slowly and push their wet pussies
 together in a rhythmic undulation that made a slow sensual
 pulsation radiate through both of their bodies.
     
     "Do you like it . . . honey?" Laura asked her softly
 after a minute of it.
     
     "Oh . . . yes . . . oh god, yes . . . Laura . . . I
 love it!" Jamilah panted.  "I never knew it . . . could be
 . . . this way . . . ohhnnnnnn!"
     
     "Hold on, honey.  Don't come yet."
     
     I'm so selfish, Laura thought.  After all, what does it
 matter if she comes?  I can make her come again.  And what
 about me?  I feel like I'm going to come myself, except
 I'm doing everything I can to postpone it.  This is the
 purest heaven, and I want it to go on and on.
     
     Patiently, she gyrated her pussy slowly into Jamilah's,
 feeling their slippery, sensitive wet pussy flesh glide
 together, watching Jamilah's facial contortions, and her
 lovely young breasts and deeply black nipples sway and
 swirl as her body moved in response to Laura's gentle
 thrusts.  Laura could still fuck her while leaning
 forward, and so she got her hands on them both, content
 just to squeeze them and watch the pleasure make Jamilah
 grimace.
     
     "Oh god, I think it's going to make me come . . ."
 Jamilah finally half-sighed, her eyes suddenly catching
 Laura's, showing a hint of panic and expectation, as if
 she had known that an orgasm would finally arrive but was
 still surprised to realize it.
     
     But Laura again had other plans.  "Not yet," she
 whispered, panting more vigorously now herself, and
 surprising herself by the way she suddenly swarmed over
 Jamilah's lovely naked body like a sexual tornado.
     
     In a fit of sharp passion, she disengaged their groins
 and squirmed forward, embracing Jamilah roughly, sucking
 her smooth black neck and squeezing her lovely young
 breasts, ravishing her large black nipples again, feeling
 Jamilah undulate and whimper under her, thrilled by this
 fresh hot onslaught of sexual hunger.  Laura was a demon,
 stroking and sucking and kissing the girl's wonderful lean
 body and sliding down again between Jamilah's quivering
 thighs, wanting desperately to bury her lips in the girl's
 frothing slit.
     
     "Unhhhhh!  Oh . . . oh Laura . . . yes!  Unhhhh!  Oh
 god, yes!" Jamilah gasped, writhing now wildly under
 Laura's feverish caresses.  "Oh yes . . . unnggghhh!"
     
     She groaned as Laura's mouth finally found her
 beautiful pussy.  And Laura was not gentle.  The time for
 gentleness had passed, and both were tense and frantic for
 release.  Laura tongued and sucked and fingered Jamilah's
 beautiful black-lipped pussy in a kind of frenzy she knew
 the girl had never experienced before, sucking her clit,
 sucking the entire little hood that covered it too,
 sucking the whole upper portion of Jamilah's flowing pussy
 into her mouth and lashing Jamilah's swollen clit with her
 tongue.
     
     Go ahead, honey, you can come now! she thought, wildly
 sucking Jamilah's flooding cunt, and squeezing Jamilah's
 delicious hard little ass cheeks with her hands.
     
     Jamilah needed no prompting.  Laura had already brought
 her body to the summit, and this swarming sexual assault
 merely put her over the top.  She keened and whimpered and
 panted and squirmed, finally clenching and groaning and
 coming in sharp, jolting convulsions.
     
     "Annnggghhhaaauunnnggghhh!" she cried out, so loudly
 that Laura suddenly remembered, in the midst of this sharp
 climax, that they were in a hotel room, where passersby in
 the hall would hear their sexual cries.  "Ohhnnnggghhhh!"
 Jamilah groaned loudly again, her body flipping and
 surging off the mattress as shock after orgasmic shock
 ripped through her silky flesh.  "Ohhnnggg . . . oh god .
 . . oh shit!"
     
     "Yes . . . honey . . . yes, yes, do it, go for it . .
 ." Laura cooed to her, at the same time running her hand
 over Jamilah's mouth in case another huge groan should
 escape.
     
     But Jamilah was finished, not with her orgasm, which
 continued to wrench and shake her body, but with her loud
 cries at least.  She now only moaned and quivered as the
 aftershocks gripped her.  For another minute she gasped
 and panted through the aftermath, her body slowly
 relaxing, her breath returning to normal.  Laura slid up
 slowly and embraced her, kissing her smooth black cheek,
 cradling one marvelous breast in her hand and brushing
 Jamilah's wide black areola with her thumb.  Jamilah
 blinked.
     
     "Hope they didn't hear me upstairs at the reception,"
 she grinned, croaking softly.
     
     "They would only be envious," Laura smiled.  "In fact,
 I'm envious myself."
     
     In a smooth, fluid motion, she lifted herself up and
 straddled Jamilah's waist, reaching down to her crotch
 with one hand at the same time and spreading her cunt lips
 again with two fingers, then pressing all of her wet inner
 pussy meat into Jamilah's hard abdominals.
     
     "Oh godddddd, that feels good!" she sighed, rubbing her
 pussy back and forth on the silky, ripply heaven of
 Jamilah's stomach muscles.
     
     Jamilah looked up into Laura's eyes as if this were
 both the weirdest and most exciting thing she had ever
 seen.  But she was quickly participating herself,
 realizing from Laura's grunting frenzy how close Laura was
 to a fierce orgasm.  Laura was nearly out of control,
 riding Jamilah's supine body roughly, grinding her pussy
 into the girl's stomach, while Jamilah responded by
 squirming her body up into Laura's crazy thrusts, holding
 Laura's clenching thighs with her hands and meeting each
 one of Laura's gyrations with one of her own.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!  Oh god!  Unhhhhh!" Laura grunted,
 tossing her head back, then leaning forward in the sweet
 delirium that preceded her climax, reaching down to clutch
 both of Jamilah's luscious little breasts in her hands,
 now jabbing and bucking maniacally into the girl's hard
 flesh.
     
     It only took about thirty seconds of this for her to
 explode in one of the most wrenching, rupturing orgasms
 she had had in weeks.  It seemed to rip up through her
 body from the exact spot where her greasy cunt meat was
 welded to Jamilah's now-slippery stomach, shaking her and
 making her muscles stiffen and relax in a sharp rhythm of
 shocking pleasure.  She fell forward helplessly so that
 her breasts temporarily mashed into Jamilah's face, then
 let forth a loud cry as Jamilah's lips found one of her
 throbbing nipples and sucked hard, bringing another fierce
 jolt of orgasmic rapture to her aching pussy.
     
     "Auunngggghhhhnnmmm!" she groaned loudly, laughing
 slightly as she again realized that they were making
 unconscionable noise here and might be overheard.  She
 buried her face in the sheet next to Jamilah's head and
 let another muffled scream erupt.
 "Mmmmnngggnniieennngggg!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Her breast slipped from Jamilah's mouth as she writhed,
 but Jamilah held tight, her fingertips tenderly stroking
 Laura's back as Laura's wild orgasm finally waned.  She
 did not let go until Laura's breath returned nearly to
 normal, and she began to stir.
     
     "I'm afraid I made your tummy pretty wet," she
 apologized to Jamilah as she slowly climbed off.
     
     And indeed Jamilah's midriff was pretty wet, shiny and
 rippling and so inviting that Laura almost felt like a
 repeat performance.  She smiled up at Laura, still a
 little stunned and awed by what had happened.
     
     "That's all right," she said in a hushed voice.  "If
 you can come like that, you can use my tummy any time.  I
 never knew anybody could come like that.  Rubbing, like
 that.  Makes sense, though."
     
     "Here, let me get you a towel."
     
     Laura hopped off the bed and returned from the bathroom
 in seconds with towels.  She handed one to Jamilah.
     
     "You better do it yourself.  If I look at your stomach
 again, all gooey like that, I might be tempted to take
 another ride."
     
     This was terribly funny to Jamilah, who erupted in
 soft, infectious laughter.  "Laura, you are something
 else.  I never met anyone like you.  I've known a few guys
 who liked my titties . . . and my booty . . . but nobody
 ever wanted to fuck my stomach."  She gasped and finally
 wept with laughter, wiping the happy tears from the
 corners of her eyes.
     
     They coiled together and kissed, now more tenderly,
 less urgently, than before.  "I think we better be more
 careful next time," Laura murmured in her ear.  "The way
 we were both screaming, those people upstairs at the
 reception are going to want to come down here and join the
 fun."
     
     Jamilah smiled, showing her rows of even white teeth.
 "Next time?  You mean we ain't finished?"
     
     To Laura she looked like she couldn't believe it, but
 also thought it was a terrific idea.  Laura kissed her
 mouth hungrily.
     
     "Let's give ourselves a few minutes to rest, okay?  But
 I'm not going anywhere until you kick me out."
     
     Jamilah's eyes sparkled.  "Well, I ain't kicking.
 Guess you have to stay here and turn me into a lesbian all
 night."
     
     "Believe me, honey, it will be my pleasure," Laura
 said, running her hands all over the girl's delicious
 naked body.
     
     They did take a short break, though, since Jamilah
 wanted to smoke a cigarette.  "I can't help it," she
 explained to Laura.  "I always have a smoke after I have
 an orgasm."  Her eyelids grew heavy as she puffed.  "I
 never had one like that before, though.  I want you to
 know you made me come harder than I ever did, even when I
 do myself, which is rare."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura kissed her, tasting tobacco smoke on her
 lips and tongue.  "I'm going to make you come even harder
 than that.  I'm going to make you wish you were a lesbian,
 not just a visitor to paradise."
     
     Jamilah giggled and looked shy and embarrassed, like
 the small fetching child she had clearly been just years
 earlier.  "I think I might like it enough to stay," she
 squinted at Laura bashfully, squashing out her cigarette
 in the glass ashtray, then carefully moving it to the
 bedstand.
     
     Laura pulled her back down on the bed and kissed her
 joyously, hugging her hard, pushing their naked bodies
 together fervently.  "I can't keep my hands off you, you
 sexy thing," she breathed, again sucking Jamilah's lovely
 black neck and shoulders, squeezing her breasts, dropping
 her lips to them.
     
     "Thought you said we were going to rest," Jamilah said
 softly as Laura lips again closed over one of her large,
 beautiful, coal-black nipples.
     
     "How could I rest when I could be sucking these?" Laura
 smiled up at her.  "Do you know what gorgeous breasts you
 have?"
     
     "They're okay, I guess.  Sure feels good the way you do
 that. You suck hard, you know that?  Unhhh!  See what I
 mean?  Oh!"
     
     "Too hard?" Laura looked up, faintly alarmed.
     
     Jamilah smiled and shook her head.  "Shit, I love it.
 Makes my titties feel like they're gonna explode."
     
     "Well, we can't have that, can we," Laura panted,
 sliding up to kiss her mouth savagely again.  "They're too
 beautiful to explode.  I guess I'll have to explore the
 rest of this marvelous body and leave them alone for a
 little while."
     
     She maneuvered Jamilah onto her stomach and began to
 rub her back, giving her the expert Laura massage that
 soon involved kissing and rubbing her own naked breasts
 against Jamilah's beautiful warm flesh.
     
     "Ohhhhh Laura . . . that feels so wonderful," Jamilah
 purred drowsily.  "You're fingers are magic.  If you keep
 it up, I might fall asleep."
     
     "Mmmmm, I have my doubts," Laura murmured, moving
 lower, kissing the small of Jamilah's back while kneading
 the girl's firm round buns with her fingers.  "You have an
 absolutely beautiful ass to go along with the rest of your
 beautiful body."
     
     Jamilah looked back over her shoulder and smiled a cute
 crinkly-nosed smile at Laura.  "I was wondering when you'd
 get around to it," she breathed proudly.  "Some people
 think my booty is my best feature."
     
     "They wouldn't get any quarrel from me," Laura
 murmured, kissing the smooth black cheeks with slow,
 sensual passion.
     
     Jamilah enjoyed it for a few minutes, and Laura knew
 precisely how to make her enjoy it.  She was enjoying it
 immensely herself.  And the thick musky odor of Jamilah's
 reawakened pussy was beginning to drift up to her
 nostrils, letting her know that more sweet fucking was
 only minutes away.
     
     "Some guys want to fuck me in my ass," Jamilah panted
 softly, now beginning to squirm.  "I think they get that
 from watching too many porno flicks, don't you?  You
 wouldn't do that to me, would you?  I mean, lesbians don't
 do that, do they?  Like, with their fingers or something?"
     
     "Did you ever let them?" Laura inquired, letting her
 lips descend into the shadowy moist crack between
 Jamilah's delicious round cheeks.
     
     "Are you kidding!" Jamilah frowned, looking back over
 her shoulder again, though this time it was harder to see
 Laura, who had slid down lower.  "Push that big hard thing
 up my ass?  That's gotta hurt.  I tell them in no
 uncertain terms that they can forget about that shit."
     
     Laura continued as if this little outburst were perfect
 normal.  "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want," she
 reassured the delicious girl.  "I know a girl, though, who
 says anal sex is rad.  She loves getting it there."
     
     "Really?"  Jamilah lifted her head entirely up off the
 mattress and looked back, incredulous.  "I can't believe
 it.  She white or black?"
     
     "Actually, she's black, but I don't think that has
 anything to do with it.  Some girls just like it and
 others don't.  It's like Coke or Pepsi."
     
     Jamilah frowned.  "Coke and Pepsi don't hurt."
     
     "Anal sex doesn't hurt either, if you do it right."
     
     Jamilah pondered this while Laura nipped the round
 smooth bottoms of her gorgeous buttocks.  "So . . . how do
 you give it to her there if you don't have a cock?"
     
     Laura smiled at her.  "I do have one.  I just didn't
 bring it with me.  Didn't seem like a wedding was actually
 the occasion . . ."
     
     "You mean you really use one of those things like they
 show in the dirty pictures?  Those fake ones that you
 strap on to your crotch?"
     
     "I have been known to use one from time to time," Laura
 said, tiring of this conversation and slipping two fingers
 down under Jamilah's jutting ass cheeks and into her warm
 wet pussy in order to distract her.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Jamilah gasped, her eyes going briefly
 glassy, and her head flopping back down onto the mattress.
 "Oh GOD, that feels good!"
     
     Laura did not reply but spent the next several minutes
 slowly fucking Jamilah's increasingly wet and tight little
 pussy with two fingers while continuing to kiss, suck, and
 gently bite her lovely round buns.  Jamilah twisted and
 whinnied softly, her smooth buttocks clenching each time
 Laura gingerly sank her teeth into the firm dark flesh.
     
     "Ooohh, you like that, don't you," Laura purred.
     
     "Oh shit, Laura, I never knew anybody who could make me
 want it so bad.  You evil, girl."  Jamilah giggled, but it
 was a taut, tense, pent-up sexual giggle.
     
     "Oh, I'm even worse than you think," Laura smiled,
 parting Jamilah's hard ass cheeks with the fingers of one
 hand enough for her to wriggle her tongue down to
 Jamilah's pretty little dark rosebud.
     
     She only touched it with the tip of her tongue, but
 Jamilah shrieked and jackknifed, abruptly throwing Laura
 to the side.  Jamilah giggled apologetically this time,
 and turned to Laura, half-sitting up.  "I told you not to
 do that," she said with a broad grin.
     
     Laura gave her an innocent look.  "I only touched it.
 Just to remind you how sensitive it is."
     
     Jamilah frowned playfully.  "It ain't 'rad' to me.  You
 better just cut it out."
     
     Laura made a long face.  "Sorry.  I promise not to do
 it again."
     
     "You sure?"  Jamilah's black eyes were positively
 sparkling.  She seemed to be enjoying this so much that
 Laura found herself wondering if the girl really didn't
 want it to happen again.
     
     "I promise I will not touch your pretty little asshole
 again with my tongue.  How's that?"
     
     "Or your finger?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "Promise."
     
     Jamilah melted.  She came into Laura's outstretched
 arms eagerly, letting herself be kissed, then kissed more
 heatedly.  Laura's hands were all over her breasts, then
 the rest of her body.  Jamilah's eyes glazed over, and her
 breath came fast.
     
     "Can we do that pussy pussy thing again for a few
 minutes?  Feeling your pussy against mine like that was
 the most beautiful thing I ever felt.  It made me . . . I
 don't know . . . it made me feel like I was just going to
 dissolve.  And then come."
     
     "We can do whatever you want, darling," Laura purred,
 again unable to resist a brief visit to Jamilah's stunning
 large black nipples.
     
     "I can't get enough of these."
     
     Jamilah grimaced with pleasure.  "They're going to get
 sore if you keep sucking them that hard."
     
     "Mmmmm," Laura grinned up at her, holding one wet black
 bulb lightly between her teeth, "something to remember me
 by tomorrow."
     
     Jamilah held Laura's head in both hands and pushed her
 breast into Laura's mouth.  "Don't think I'm ever going to
 forget this."
     
     Laura sucked and Jamilah whimpered happily for another
 minute.
     
     Laura then maneuvered her own body so that she could do
 a little more scissors trib with Jamilah.  This time there
 was less urgency, less fresh wonder on Jamilah's part, and
 more intention to simply enjoy it and milk every last
 sexual sensation out of this peculiar practice.  That
 being the case, Laura was determined to help her enjoy it
 totally.
     
     This time they began slowly, and Jamilah was a full
 participant, her eyes pulsing as they held Laura's, her
 hips undulating rhythmically in a smoldering fuck motion.
 Laura turned onto her side so that she could mash her wet
 cunt even better into Jamilah's, and held Jamilah's long
 leg close to her body, stroking Jamilah's smooth black
 calf and kissing her shin, feeling the slow, sensual
 shivers pass through Jamilah's lovely young body as the
 sexual fever began to rise.
     
     Laura loved it but could not stay in this position too
 long.  She knew she might never have more than this one
 night with the delicious Jamilah and could not resist the
 urge to consume the girl completely.  In only seconds they
 were whimpering and grinding energetically, their pelvises
 undulating in unison, their wet cunt lips and sopping
 crotch hairs sliding and crunching together, their pulses
 racing wildly.  Jamilah especially seemed to let her true
 voracious lusts out this time, pumping back vigorously
 into each of Laura's swirling thrusts, groaning and
 mewling and letting her hands race over every part of
 Laura's body that she could reach.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . "
     
     "Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . ." Laura sighed back,
 twisting her own body to fit even closer to this girl's
 sweet, supple, smooth, vibrant flesh, turning and leaning,
 sucking her black neck, squeezing Jamilah's firm young
 breasts as they twisted and slid together, coiling and
 surging, and scissoring her groin, jamming her own wet
 pussy into the girl's squinchy warm cunt meat.
     
     "Oh  . . . Laura . . . unhhhhhhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura could feel every little dip and rise, every
 little wavelet and surprising undulation in Jamilah's
 fresh sexual response, every slightest indication that she
 was either closer or not yet close enough to an ultimate
 meltdown.  Jamilah twisted and coiled under her, finally
 lying back and gazing up at Laura as Laura herself rose to
 a perpendicular angle over her and began to slowly grind-
 fuck Jamilah's pussy in deliberate swirling hip motions.
     
     "Jamilah . . . you are . . . so beautiful . . ." she
 panted softly, gazing into Jamilah's pulsing black eyes,
 almost whispering it, but knowing Jamilah could hear her,
 though the girl was long gone in a sweet trance of sexual
 delirium.
     
     Though clit-sucking orgasms like the one she had
 delivered the first time were usually more powerful and
 certainly more reliable than trib-induced ones, Laura
 sensed that this time Jamilah was going to come merely
 from this sweet, relentless undulation, and she kept up
 the pressure accordingly.  She could even feel the
 telltale stirrings in her own body, the knowledge that
 nothing but this intense connection was required for both
 of them to reach the top.
     
     "Oh honey . . . oh honey!" she began to pant, pumping
 more desperately now, knowing she was about to come, and
 Jamilah too.
     
     "Yes . . . yes!" Jamilah panted, her mouth slack, her
 eyes unfocused, her breathing very rapid.
     
     Her small, firm breasts swirled as she pumped back into
 Laura's grinding thrusts, the large black circles of her
 nipples swirling too until Laura's fingers covered them,
 scissoring and tweaking them as she accelerated the pace.
     
     "Unhh!  Unhh!" she heard herself panting as she fucked
 Jamilah, squeezing the girl's lovely naked breasts with
 her fingers, twisting Jamilah's damp, thick nipples, her
 own soft grunts mingling with Jamilah's gasps and tight
 little whimpers.
     
     "Mnneee . . . mnneee . . ."
     
     "Oh honey . . . are you going to come?"
     
     "Mnnneee . . . oh . . . oh Laura . . . yes . . . oh yes
 . . ."
     
     "Oh . . . me too!"
     
     Laura reached down between their sopping wet groins one
 last time.  All the grinding and pumping made it truly
 impossible to glue the wet, slippery flesh of their inner
 cunts together for very long, and she spread her own lips,
 then Jamilah's, so that they could again feel the most
 intimate contact of all as a prelude to their certain
 orgasms.  The feel of Jamilah's hot, wet meat pressing
 against hers sent a shiver of piercing pleasure through
 Laura's body.  She could see the sparks ignite in
 Jamilah's black eyes too as the sensations roiled through
 her flesh.
     
     "Oh . . . come with me now, honey . . . come with me
 now . . ." Laura panted to her, gyrating more rapidly and
 roughly now, hearing the end of the bed hammer
 sporadically against the wall as she pumped harder and
 harder.
     
     It was mortifying to think they were making this noise,
 and yet the hot urgency in their striving bodies was so
 fierce that Laura could not stop the rhythm.  And Jamilah
 met her each step of the way, gnawing her full lower lip,
 her eyes on fire as she pushed her groin roughly up into
 each of Laura's thrusts.  Their undulations became
 sharper, more desperate.
     
     "Unnhhh . . . unhhhh!" Jamilah grunted softly.
     
     "Auungghh!" Laura groaned.  "Oh yes!  Oh yes, honey!"
     
     "Mnnnggeee!  Oh!"
     
     Oh, we're going to come together! Laura thought, with a
 wild inner whoop of exultation.  But it was too good to be
 true.  She realized it as she suddenly began to come
 herself and realized in a split second that Jamilah was
 still seconds behind her.
     
     The orgasm that overtook Laura was unlike any she had
 had for weeks, a glowing, swelling, radiant ember that
 grew in intensity inside her womb until all her flesh was
 paralyzed by the agonizing pleasure.  It was so intense
 that she had to stop moving and was only vaguely aware of
 Jamilah's continued gasping and thrusting as she too
 hurtled for the finish line.  And then she felt Jamilah
 shudder, and heard her cry out, a more unguarded cry than
 before.
     
     "Ohhnnggg!  Mnnggeeeeee!" Jamilah wailed, her lovely
 supple black body suddenly flipping and surging off the
 bed, still scissoring Laura's groin and pumping furiously
 as an overwhelming climax shook her.
     
     Somehow Jamilah's cries released Laura's own and she
 heard herself groaning and whinnying as the last clenching
 force of her own orgasm faded.  "Unnnhhhh . . . ohnnnnn!
 Oh god . . . honey . . . here, hold me . . . let me hold
 you," she gasped to Jamilah, twisting her body to embrace
 the still shuddering girl, now sliding against her and
 kissing her bare round shoulder as Jamilah continued to
 come.
     
     Finally, Jamilah's breathing slowed, and she blinked.
 For a few moments her body was calm, but then she had
 aftershocks.  Her eyes rolled up, and her flesh shuddered
 noticeably.
     
     "Unhhhhh!"
     
     Laura smiled and held her, feeling a few tiny
 aftershocks herself.  "Wow, that was so intense," she
 whispered into Jamilah's marvelous shiny black ear.
     
     Jamilah let out a small, half-embarrassed giggle.  "I
 only came like that, I mean that hard, once.  It was when
 I thought I was in love with this guy.  He was a turd,
 really.  But I just came like that because my feeling for
 him was so deep."  She smiled innocently at Laura.  "Not
 that you and I could ever be that way," she explained.
 "You just did it 'cause you knew what to do.  To make me
 come that way, I mean."
     
     "I think you did it yourself," Laura reassured her.
     
     Jamilah crinkled her nose at Laura.  "I think I'm going
 to have to find a pussy to push mine against, if I can't
 have yours."
     
     "Who says you can't have mine?" Laura teased, tickling
 her tenderly.  "If you can put up with my snoring, no
 telling what we might accomplish together before morning."
     
     Jamilah grinned.  It was as if it had not occurred to
 her before now that Laura would spend the night, that they
 were not finished.  She leaned forward and kissed Laura's
 cheek with her thick, sensual lips.  "Tell you what.  If
 you do that to me again, you can spend every night with
 me."
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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