[ Which is a little bit what she was aiming for, there. Looking to keep him from getting too caught up either in thinking about this, what she's doing to him, or from overthinking answering the question. Hopefully with both going on at once she'll just get an honest answer. She judges the height carefully, makes sure that he can support himself on the floor pretty easily, that the weight seems to be centered well enough and not straining his arms or shoulders. And then she gets off the chair and pushes his pants down the rest of the way, bends to pull them off his legs, staying down long enough to press a trail of kisses up the inside of his right thigh to where his boxers start before she comes back up, fingers trailing a circle around the arc reactor. ] Tell me the one you remember best before Afghanistan.
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