Shaking those thoughts out of my mind and instead focusing on something else - something more important - was surprisingly easy when compared to last night; maybe I had done a little too much gooning last night or perhaps my mini panic attack had set me straight.
That's not to say that I wasn't still feeling all sorts of tingly down there as I thought about the smooth, unblemished chocolate skin that glistened beautifully when wet, or how soft she had been when I had been massaging her shoulders and feet...
Or how nice she had smelt and how there was definitely a few things I would be willing to do to get an even better whiff of her scent...
Those thoughts were very hard to get out of my head, but thankfully just stepping out of the room seemed to give me a soft reset of a sort that helped clear me right up and give me the brainpower to think of useful things.
