His left fingers found it. She grunted out her approval. She wanted more!Flexing her hips, she pressed her clit to his warm and firm fingers. She want...d desperately to climax. She had missed a man fingering her clit. It was ages since a man gave her an orgasm.Sensing her approach, he removed his hands from her pockets, leaving her panting and frustrated.She felt the departure of his hands from her pant pockets. She needed his fingers to finish what he had started. She was mad at him! Her angry. Locking the truck, I hurried towards the noise and became aware that there were numerous voices raised in anger, fear, and maybe panic, so I picked up my pace, and drew my gun. The sound came from behind an abandoned restaurant, dumpster, where I found three people in danger of being mauled by a pit bull.The dog was obviously out of his head, probably from hunger. His jaws were snapping at the three with such fury that it was clear he intended to have them for a long awaited supper. When I. As it turned out, just my asking her about girl-on-girl sex that morning, changed our whole relationship. It was like turning a key in a lock (or maybe an invisible chastity belt), but the next time we were in the shower together, I felt the change instantly. I was no longer an outsider, and her guard was down about everything. I realized that since the last time we were together, she had made a decision, and the decision was to let me in; not just in her sexual confidences, but far more than I. I've gotten you so worked up throughout the day that you can't help but moan. Fucking hell, she's so sexy. I do my best to stay quiet and patient, but I want this to move along. He leans over you and gently, almost weakly, kisses you as his hand travels down to your stomach. You can smell the whiskey on his breath and taste it on his tongue. You rub your thighs together as you kiss him back. She wants more, give it to her, I silently urge. He becomes bolder once he realizes that you’re not.