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I hear her half answer, not responding to my question but encouraging to continue the game, she surprises me by being so bold and give my outer thigh a pat. Noticing with quite some time before she lands the pat, I flex just enough to make my muscles resist the jiggle but not flexing more than necessary, as I am still trying to control an impending boy accident.
The second out of 14 races begins... during the race, as I reach the tunnel, I see the opportunity to lean once more and give my sexy fiancée a full of love pat on her outer thigh, managing to keep my hand there most of the time until the race ends. Since this part is easier than the first race, I end in 1st without effort.
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Unfortunately he flexes just enough to prevent his thigh from jiggling as I pat it. I guess he is still trying to avoid a boy accident.
Just then the next race starts. Partway through the race I feel him give my outer thigh another pat leaving his hand there. I nearly immediately loose focus on the game as I try to avoid having an accident myself. I end in last place. I look over to see he has, yet again, won.
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Feeling her sexy thigh jiggling fully relaxed once more pushes my body into desire mode and seeing she reached in last place, I take it as a sign. Before the 3rd race starts (it’s the U.S. 101, one of my favorite races) I ask: “Babe, I think I noticed you wanted to feel my muscles relaxed, am I right? If so, I honestly suggest we go to a place in which we have privacy because I don’t know if I can resist you feeling my muscles relaxed without stripping and making you mine as we become one.”
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Before the next race starts he tells me he noticed I wanted to feel his muscles relaxed and if so we'd better go somewhere private as he's not sure he can let me without stripping me and becoming one.
"Yes I'd love to feel them as you've already guessed, but don't we have a few more races to finish or would you rather sneak away and become one instead?" I reply curiously.
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"Well, do you think you can resist twelve more races before mounting me and becoming one with me?" I slide my hand along her outer thigh, teasingly sinking my fingers in her relaxed muscles.
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He asks seductively if I could wait and finish our last twelve races before we sneak away. I then feel him slide his warm hand along my outer thigh making me nearly regret my next words.
"I don't know, but I'm willing to try...Unless you keep rubbing my thigh like that. Then all bets are off."
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I reply: “Baby, what you ask if hard for me to promise, your sensual, soft muscles offering their jiggles so gladly to my hands is an offer impossible to refuse, as long as your thighs jiggle in my hands I can’t promise to refrain.” I smile and give her outer thigh a full of love pat anticipating the sensual jiggles her soft thighs give me.
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He says it's going to be hard for him to wait through the last twelve races as long as my thighs keep jiggling in his hands. He then smiles at me as he simultaneously gives my outer thigh another pat.
I allow my thighs to jiggle unrestrained knowing neither of us will probably be able to get through all twelve races (not even sure if we'll be able to manage one).
"I think our race is about to start." I observe quickly hoping it'll be a good (but nearly impossible) distraction.
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We start the U.S. 101 race, this race has several jumps and I don’t lose the opportunity to pat my fiancée’s thighs every jump indulging in her sexy muscles (does she keep them relaxed and allow them to jiggle or does she flex them to try to prevent the jiggles?). I can’t reach fist place until, almost at the end of the race, the first and second place cars crash in a sharp turn allowing me to go from 3rd to 1st.
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I feel my fiance continue to pat my thighs at every available opportunity making it very hard for me to stay focused. I try to flex my muscle so they resist his pats and I can focus on the race, but despite my best efforts I still can't concentrate. Just the feeling on his warm hand on my thigh is too much.
As soon as the race finishes I notice he has won. Unfortunately, due to my lack of concentration I came in last place again. I look over at him only to notice there is a small wet patch on his pants. I try to ignore it so he doesn't completely loose control.
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