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Standing behind the couch I handed Helen her glass and put mine pregnant model down on the pregnant model end table. I stood there for a minute looking down at the warm skin of her pregnant model shoulders, down past her cleavage and at the cotton shirt that covered her breasts continuing down her smooth legs. Then without thinking, like an irresistible force, I started to rub her shoulders. This was the most physical contact that Helen and I have had. Yet it felt so natural to pregnant model kneed the muscles of her neck and shoulders. Helen must have thought so pregnant model too. She did not act pregnant model surprised in any way as I touched her.
 
  Within seconds I could feel her start to relax as the tension flowed from her body by way of my finger tips. The wine and the joint were having an effect on both of us. Being friends pregnant model for so long, we had both pregnant model put up barriers so not to destroy the comfort level that we had established over the years. The relaxed atmosphere help dissolve any awkwardness and every thing felt so natural. With that Helen got up from the sofa and walked toward pregnant model the bathroom.
 
 
   
   
 
 
I laid out some blankets and pregnant model pillows on the floor that I found in the hall closet. I lit a couple of candles and turned pregnant model off the television and remaining light in the kitchen. When Helen emerged from the bathroom, she had been transformed from a sexy young lady in a ravishing, erotic beauty. Her shoulders were draped in a white silk bathrobe that hung to her knees. A sash tied around her waist pulled the silk tight across her breasts with her nipples interrupting the smooth curve of the material.
 
   
  Her hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. I walked pregnant model toward her and held her hand catching a trace of a floral perfume that penetrated to the core of my senses I could feel my heart beat harder as I pregnant model inhaled. I lead her to the place I prepared on the floor, having she lay pregnant model face down on the blankets and removed the sash from her pregnant model waist pregnant model. I then helped back her arms out of her sleeves and left the robe in place draped over her back and legs.  
 
 
“Do you trust me?” I asked again. With that assurance I took the discarded sash and covered pregnant model her eyes tying gently behind her head. “This will make it more intense” I told her. Then pregnant model I stood and removed my shirt, pants and shorts so that I was pregnant model now completely naked my cock hard and pulsing with my heart beat. Her eyes were covered so she could not see, but could sense my nakedness.