[ Yes, he apparently was right to not entirely relax, as she hooks her hand in the waistband of his pants and now he's positive that she knows, that she doesn't care. He lets his own hand - it's snaked it's way around her while she came to lie closer to him - find the hem of her shirt, slide up underneath it and follow her torso until he's found what he's looking for. ] Sensitive, you said? [ He asks, giving it a very gentle squeeze. ]
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