The three middle fingers of that hand began slow circles on my clit again, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body. The fingers of my right han..., wet from my pussy juice and saliva, had begun circling each of my nipples. I flicked my middle finger back and forth over them sending shocks of pleasure directly into my clit. My left hand had picked up its pace and was no longer delicate at all. It was now under the command of my clit and was digging deeply into the front of my panties. All she wanted to do was snuggle deep within his arms. When she was reading his e-mail the next day, he asked her a question. “Amanda, was that a dream I had last night, or was it real!”"If I am dreaming, then I don't ever want to wake up. Whoever wakes me up better wish they had not," she replied. She was not even sure what brought the two of them together. Now, this was a weekend in paradise. Douglas was all she wanted! That night she lay there watching him sleeping. Damn-it girl, what’s. I love the way bedcovers feel on naked skin. I lay there for a few moments enjoying the sensation of the sheets on my skin. I then began teasing my nipples again. Making both of them so hard and erect. I teased one pinching making it harder, and I reached for the pants hanger with the other hand. I pushed the clip on the pants hanger open, held my nipple still with one hand and closed the clip on the nipple. Using the hanger as a makeshift nipple clamp. The pain felt delicious.It spread from my. He chanced their usual verbal camaraderie. ‘At least it got a rise out of you,’ his banter matching the volume of his voice. He was barely breathing as he waited for his response. True to his character, Rude’s face showed nothing as he picked up the thin magazine and rolled it before tucking it in his jacket. ‘Typical sentiment for you… getting a rise out of anything seems to be your major goal in life,’ Rude snorted. ‘I’ve pushed your buttons hundreds of times. Never seemed to bother you.