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It was another hot June day, and Jenni awoke that Sunday dreading another day of heat and humidity. She groaned silently, remembering all the party dishes piled high in the sink from the night before. Why did she so blithely shoo away friends who offered to help clean up? Shaking her head in wonder at her error, Jenni rose quietly from bed so as not to disturb Hank. He'd worked hard yesterday, might as well let him sleep on his only real day off. She slipped her lightest cotton dress over her head and quietly made her way out of the bedroom.A cup of coffee helped Jenni wake up, and some leftover cookies were a tasty substitute for breakfast. Jenni faced away from the sink as she nibbled the last of the tasty crumbs. She didn't want to be reminded of what was there. Then, with a sigh, she started unloading the dishwasher. Might as well get a good start on the day. Maybe she and Hank could do something fun later if she could finish the clean-up early, like go to the beach. Thinking of Hank reminded her that she should shut the kitchen door so that her noises wouldn't wake him.Fifteen minutes later, sweating from having her hands in hot water, Jenni was furiously scrubbing burned tomato sauce from the bottom of a pan when Hank entered silently and slipped his arms around her waist from behind. She jumped and felt a flash of annoyance, but Hank had meant no kaçak iddaa harm and was obviously in a loving mood."I thought we agreed to do these dishes together?" he asked."We did, but I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd get a jump on things" Jenni responded. "You may regret holding me: I'm soaked and sweaty."But Hank was undeterred. He leaned down to kiss Jenni's neck."And salty. A little anyway. Tastes pretty good to me. I can still smell a little perfume, too. Mmmm"Jenni wasn't feeling sexy, being damp and humid out, but she rose on her toes in spite of herself as Hank continued kissing her neck and shoulders. It DID feel good. She sank back down on her heels and continued to scrub the offending pot. Hank was now kissing her ears and hair while he ran his hands up and down Jenni's sides."I love a working gal," he whispered in jest, while nibbling on Jenni's ear."Well, there's lots of work to do," Jenni replied in mock severity, hoping to goad Hank into helping.Hank paid no attention and continued his ear nibbling and kisses. Jenni sighed deeply. In resignation? In pleasure? Maybe a little of both, she thought to herself. She angled her head away from Hank and tried to continue working, but he wouldn't stop. Jenni continued scrubbing, but only half-heartedly now. Hank was getting to her. His kisses were having the desired effect, and Jenni felt her body kaçak bahis responding favorably, felt her nipples firm and the first twinges of arousal in her vagina."You were marvelous last night," he whispered in her ear. "You looked great, the food was great, you were funny. I was proud to be with you."Jenni felt weak. Her resolve to keep working was gone. She still wasn't used to compliments like this. She felt a tear of happiness come to her eyes but squeezed it away quickly. Thank God for Hank. Thank God she finally met someone who appreciated her. She didn't complain when Hank lowered one strap of her dress and kissed her bare shoulder. Nor did she complain when Hank slipped the opposite strap off and planted a dozen more kisses along the top of her back and shoulders. Her back arched involuntarily as Hank kissed her neck and reached around inside her dress to caress her breasts lightly and lift their pleasing weight in his hands. Being short had few advantages, one of them being this. She sighed again. It felt so good to be lovingly touched, and it felt sexy to be standing at her sink with breasts half bared. Still, Jenni offered one last bit of resistance."I'm all wet in front. Sweaty and wet...""I love wet women," said Hank with a laugh. "The wetter the better."That was it. Jenni grabbed the edge of the sink tighter for balance as Hank caressed illegal bahis her nipples lightly and pulled them between his thumb and finger."Ohhh....that feels nice. Ummmmmm."Jenni backed up against Hank and rubbed her rear against him in pleasure. In response, Hank pushed his hardening prick against Jenni's bottom with vigor and growled. Low moans and animal sounds of passion escaped from Jenni unedited as Hank pulled on one proud nipple, then the other, then both at once. Jenni felt herself jerk and stiffen with each wave of pleasure coursing through her breasts. Hank was a maestro, and for long minutes he played Jenni's breasts with passion, his hands lifting, stroking, pulling, caressing, all the while continuing to kiss Jenni's neck and lifted shoulders.Then he stopped. Hank slipped Jenni's breasts back inside her dress and pulled her straps up. Jenni started to turn and protest this abrupt stop but then felt Hank's hands slide down her legs and caress her through her dress for a moment, then lower his hands to Jenni's hemline and begin to caress bare skin. It felt wonderful to Jenni--more than wonderful. One hand left her skin and Jenni momentarily wondered why, but then she heard a chair scrape on the floor as Hank pulled it close to her and sat."I'm gonna be here awhile. Might as well get comfortable."Jenni laughed. It sounded good to her. In the mood she was in now, he could do anything. Her body was his for as long as he wanted. Hank was making his own animal sounds as he caressed Jenni's bare legs. He reached around Jenni and hugged her tightly.