Well, that was perhaps the idea, and as the light touches are interspersed with harder ones that become harder and more frequent, the butterfly carresses start to seem even more tender and ghostly for the contrast.

Once again the hands and lips disappear, but before the girl can react to their disappearance, another lithe movement brings the tiny dark-hared form atop her again. This time, there is no barrier between skin and skin, as Miho had obviously taken the time to do more than smoke a cigarette.