Before I even recovered from the realization that I was now completely nude in my own coffee bar, a warm, hard sensation between my buttocks made me realize that the man was naked as well. And he was every bit as aroused as was I. His hand moved around to my front, caressing my breast, my erect nipple between his finger and thumb.

It was high time to play Molly in the middle. I spun around again, taking a lingering and appreciative look at the man's hard cock, and I slipped behind Molly. She had worn the body stocking for someone, and it wasn't me. I let the man move closer to her, and I pressed my nude body to her back. I caressed her hips and sides, then began to slowly pull her body stocking further down toward her waist, wondering breathlessly if the man would help or watch, and wondering if Molly would let us disrobe her completely...

The poet said softly:
"Fully revealed, fully exposed
Passion takes charge
No inhibition and no shame
Welcoming and inviting"

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?