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I managed to part my eyelids enough to see him grab something out of the black box. I didn't keep much else in there and couldn't remember what was left. We'd only used the contents a couple of times while watching a movie due to my roommate always being here. Chris was taking advantage of our opportunity, for sure. "Does he know how to use your toys properly?" Lightning lit up my eyes at the vibrations suddenly pulsating through my clit.
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With the lights off and the door closed, he helped me into the tub and sat behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist under the water before he pulled me back when he reclined.
Then they moved up, enveloping my upper body in his wet crisscrossed hug while his fingers stroked my hair. I rolled my head on his shoulder, blinking through the teardrops that lingered on my eyelashes. My hands folded over his arms, lightly holding him while the water level rose and fell over my breasts like the tide ebbing and flowing from my uneven breathing.
My mom had reassured me both her and my dad felt safe leaving me in Chris's capable hands; that we would make new traditions together. The problem was, I didn't want new traditions. I wanted the old traditions I'd always known. with Chris added in. But I swallowed my pride and accepted that my life was changing, whether I wanted to admit it or not.