intertwining with a heart-felt thanks from the other, stem the flow. Akiko Yada's eyes, more capable of giving of love than receiving it, close to allow his delicate touch to pass. Jack's trembling hands extend up Jill's forehead and his fingers wind amongst Akiko Yada's soft brown locks, threading their way down, down to Akiko Yada's shoulders and beyond. Ardently they search beneath the towel to relieve the tense knots settled there. He anoints his hands and applies pressure with ecstatic glee. Discreetly he eases the towel to waist level to reveal a flawlessly pure, snow-white back demarcated by perfect tan lines. He follows the lines and moves in to the "snow field" with sensitive strokes. The passion in his touch is clearly evident
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