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always been humbled by her.
    Evan’s fingers lightly stroked the images of his woman. He traced the contours of her high cheekbones and creamy skin. He outlined her long, flowing black hair and full lips and brushed over the lids of her dark chocolate eyes. His gaze roamed her tall, ripe body. He’d loved this album. They’d added to it regularly over the years, but it had been collecting dust for over a year since he’d last opened it. Right about the same time he’d given up on masturbating. The pain was too much. Tonight, though, his body was making demands on him and he wasn’t up to fighting it. Better to get it over with and then finish the bourbon and pass out.
    Tentatively, Claire rested her hands on her belly and just took in the sensations on her skin. The warm suck of the water surrounded her body and lapped gently at her breasts, which just barely peeked out from the water. She brushed her fingers along her belly, feeling the contours of her hips and navel, before sweeping gently into the springy curls at the apex of her thighs. She swirled the hair gently with one finger as anticipation curled through her. It was now or never.
    Claire spread her legs and propped her feet up, one on each side of the tub, and relaxed down into the water so that it brushed her chin. She gently rested one hand on her belly and lightly stroked down across her vagina, absorbing the feel of it. The flesh was soft and a little puffy. Her outer lips pillowed around the velvet ridge of her inner folds, and she clenched instinctively. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was being silly. All she needed to do was touch herself; she wasn’t committing murder, dammit.
    Claire took a deep breath and exhaled, completely forcing her body to relax. Gently, she dipped her finger into her folds. The flesh was soft and malleable, shaping itself to the contours of her finger. As she brushed down, she grazed her clitoris, still tightly in its hood, and she felt the shiver of excitement at the inadvertent touch. She continued down until she came to her entrance, pausing for only the barest second before plunging her finger inside. The sensation was pleasant, as if her tongue had become conical and wrapped completely around her finger, rather than one side. She was warm and silky soft. Claire raised her hips a bit to get deeper and felt the contraction of her inner walls. Experimentally, she clenched and unclenched few times as she pressed in and out. The feelings were pleasant, but they made her long for more. For greater and deeper penetration.
    She added another finger to the mix and began to flex her hips in rhythm to her pumping. The heel of her hand made luscious contact with her clitoris, slowly rising out from underneath its hood. She felt her moisture flowing and coating her fingers as she played in her pussy. Ribbons of pleasure radiated out from her core as scenes from Finding Herself ran through her mind. Not really knowing where to go from here, she decided to follow the choreography laid out for her in the book.
    Pulling out, she began to stroke gently up and around her clitoris, exploring the folds and teasing the edges of her nub. Each teasing brush added to the sensations building inside her. She continued her exploration, enjoying the feel of her slippery flesh and stroking finger. She couldn’t remember ever being touched like this. Maybe Charlie had early on, but it was so long ago it had faded into the mist of memory. She felt untouched and almost virginal in her curiosity.
    Her breathing was getting more ragged and her nipples peaked harder as they rhythmically broke the surface of the water. In the book, Carol had been ordered to play with her nipples, but Claire didn’t know if she was ready for that. Tabling that decision, she began to circle her clit with two fingers, gently rubbing along the hardened nub. The sensations, combined with the memories of the book, were creating a level of pleasure she’d never