Running my warm and dry palms from the lips of your cunt to just below the knee caps and in barely touching your skin; in small circles as they return...to your pubic hair before the journey back to your knees. You moan, “Not be so shy”.With that said, you take my right wrist with your slim fingers and place my palm directly upon your cunt and press it into the area of your clitoris. The area I call a female’s penis. Likewise you might refer to my cock as a female’s penis since both are. Elizabeth sighs again. There is great sensuality and communication of love in such actions. Sitting up, I move slightly lower and pour more oil over my hands. These I use to massage Elizabeth's bottom. I knead and rub and pull, enjoying her little moans. On occasion I allow my hands to move to the back of her thighs, tantalisingly dipping my fingers between them.Eventually Elizabeth moves under me so she can part her legs to give me better access. Perversely, I return to caressing her. He walked over to the side of the bed and bent down and kissed her full on the mouth, engaging their tongues in a battle royal. At the same time, his hands reached down and he ran them over the outside of the bra covering the mounds of pleasure that he desired. His hands worked their way down and across her bulging stomach to the region of her thighs and groin. She was still wearing what he had found her in, but he just wanted to feel all that glorious flesh beneath his hands. "Oh Timmy, that. Now apologies for keeping you out here, especially in weather like this. Now, no arguments, you’ll stay here tonight half-price and instead of putting up with my so, so cooking, I’ll treat you to a meal at one of the many eateries our fair town has to offer.” She said all this in a breezy, business-like tone that left me hoping that she was single and not straight.I followed her inside her house and gratefully closed the door. She helped me off with my backpack after first putting down some.