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#####Too much time had passed since she had been able to share intimate touches with anyone, and none had meant to so to her as it had when she was with Pippa. The direction that this was taking was leading down that road, and the similarities between her long lost sister and this young girl were so great that stopping would probably kill her again, emotionally this time. Lolita had always preferred the touch of other women—they simply knew how to please a woman better than a man ever could. Though the experienced ladies were the ones that knew how to pleasure her best, she had a tender spot for the innocent ones who did not know what they were doing. She had experience, so it made up for their lack of experience. She could teach them what to do and how to make someone feel good. Lolita wanted to feel good, and it seemed that Cambria did, too, even if she did not know exactly where this was going. The creamy Dahlian knew, though, and hoped Cambria would not stop her.
#####The compliment was a surprise, but not completely unexpected. Cambria was seemingly a sweet and timid young girl who would probably return any compliment she received. Her parents had raised her well, though it probably would do her a bit of good to not be so fearful of the world. That came with age and experience, though, just as the fear did. “Thank you,” she said, a small grin creeping over her petite muzzle at Cambria’s leaning into her touch. Lolita was completely comfortable with her sexuality and she knew that she had a lot of it floating around, not even able to remember the names of most of those that she had been intimate with. Truthfully, the only one she really remembered was the woman she loved, and she expected she would remember Cambria, as well, simply because of the similarities between Pippa and the young chocolate-furred Dreamer. Both were very pretty, sweet, timid. . . And Lolita liked that in her women, she supposed. Maybe that was why she would remember Cambria so much later.
#####Her hand moved again, rubbing with a bit more pressure. She did not want to rush the young girl, but she wanted to keep doing this, and then do much, much more. “Does that feel good?” she asked softly, though she knew the answer would be a positive one. It was unlikely that Cambria would have leaned in to the touch so willingly if it had not felt good to her. “Do you want to feel good? I can make you feel good,” she added comfortingly, the hand on the small of Cambria’s back falling slightly lower to rest right next to Cambria’s tail, a slight but firm pressure on the girl’s butt. She wanted to make Cambria feel good, but needed complete reassurance before she would keep going, and she needed Cambria to see where this might lead. Lolita wanted this, and wanted Cambria to want it, as well.
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