Susan slowly licked her lips. “I” they stammered in unison, laughing nervously. Again “I”, together… more laughter and they settled down. Su...an spoke first. “I don’t know where this is going,” she whispered. “But where ever it is, I want to go there.” “So do I,” Dalia replied and she felt her nipple straining against the silk. Susans’ fingers toyed with the buttons of her top and began releasing them, one at a time slowly moving down. Her legs uncrossed and Dalia glimpsed a flash of copper. He approaches me slowly, and he has to ward off all the other suitors I have. He knows he's good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me his. When he finally gets to me, he talks to me, comments on my subtly exposed garter, he is seducing me with his words, and he is running his fingers along my garter. He is running his hand slowly up my skirt and he can feel my wetness. He runs his wine glass along the outline of my breast. We spend the next hours slow. A swift desire to install by imitation, my own warm strong and likewise wet hand, (to meet one of your own) directs my next move. I find you gaily involved and expressive in what your own hand is providing for you by way of self-touch.How earnestly your participation spreads your gifts upon my receptive vessel, my every cell awake in wonder at your careful slow linger upon my urge. My own curious and desirous engagements find an equally receptive guidance as each curve and valley acquires the. She eased her hand away, realizing, perhaps, that a second platitudewasn't going to make me feel any better than the first one did.As for me, I was tired of fighting a battle I knew Ii could never win. Iglared at Amanda and said, "You've got to talk to him about this. I...Ijust couldn't."I could have sworn I caught just a trace of a self-satisfied smile crossher lips, and felt a flare of bitterness."Done," said Amanda. "I know you can't."The look on Missy's face was a strange combination of.