I felt a stirring at my crotch, and it made me laugh to myself. Catherine was turning me on as if I were still. Cool night air drifted through the open window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin. She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bathroom wall to the open window. She stood before the window closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean.
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