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begins to caress your leg, then it disappears up under your skirt. As my hand lightly brushes your mound, you gasp. The strangers’ eyes dart back at you. You feel their hunger. The hand is dealt, the ante is in, none of the men can keep track of their cards as they watch my hand float up and down. We play a few more hands, I have yet touched your pussy, I always, just miss. My hand again stops at the top of your thigh and it stays there. Your pulse quickens. I can feel your juices coat the inside of your thigh. My bent finger lightly brushes your swollen lips; I can feel them open, almost like they are drawing me in. You gasp again, the first sound you have made in 20 minutes, since the last time you gasped