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His hand was still working inside her trousers, fingers squirming like a bag of kittens, but the trousers were rapidly dropping away to reveal a sweet little pair of lacy knickers and his hand was inside those, digging deep between her thighs which she was trying to spread as wide as the constraint of her trousers would allow. Eventually, this proved unsatisfactory for both of them and he gave up his digging and just pushed the trousers down to her ankles, then squatted down to pull them off. And the knickers followed so that she was finally naked.
Reflections on Venus, Stephen Haydon