Tears gently dropped down Clara's eyes as Armstrong asked. "What have I done wrong? Clara, am sorry"
She wiped her tears as she looked up at Armstrong once more "No one has ever touched me there before, please be gentle"
"Don't worry I understand, you will never regret doing this" Armstrong replied to Clara as he felt her legs relax the grip of his hands. He senses her unspoken permission and continues.
Armstrong's finger gently traced upward, and felt the soft fabric of her underwear, he smiled as he could feel its dampness. A soft moan escapes from her, further ligniting Armstrong.
"Ahh....."
Armstrong pulled her close as their lips meeting again in an intense kiss.
As they tounge tangled, Armstrong's other hand found its way to her back pressing her closer. He gently traced his finger over the soft fabric beneath her dress.
