Couldn’t he find my damn breasts? I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed his hands and moved them to what he had been avoiding. His touch was light. ...e moved his fingers in random patterns avoiding my nipples like he had been avoiding my breasts. I wanted to punch him! I wanted to fuck him! He rolled us so that he was on top, putting most of his weight on his knees and elbows. He kept threatening to touch my nipples and withdrawing. Finally, when I was sure I could take no more, he touched them,. Jacqueline removed her hands, cleaned them with one of the paper towels they kept on the night stand for such situations and began to gently caress her beloved’s back and sides. The gentle, regular motions never failed to calm her down after a heavy release. The trembling and shaking slowly subsided, her breathing returned to a measured rhythm, her muscles relaxed. ~*~Lying limply over her Mistress’ lap she undoubtedly would have quickly fallen. God could Hannah work magic with her fingers!Hannah continued to massage Samantha's clit with her thumb but plunged two fingers up into Samantha, finding the region tight and slick from excitement. As she pumped her fingers into Samantha, she began to back the force of theirimpact with her body, as if humping her. She began to feel Samantha's muscles spasm, causing her to go harder and faster while smothering her mouth with kisses and tongue. She felt a final hard arch of Samantha's back. "I'm sorry, Sondra. I just didn't know if I could trust you or not."After that she looked even more puzzled if that was possible. When I gave her a run-down about who I was and why I was there, I could see the look on her face change from puzzlement to anger and from anger to grief and from grief to determination. When I was finished she opened her mouth for a couple of times like she was going to say something but she didn't manage to say a thing before my mobile rang. As soon as I noticed.