The pleasure I create with a few movements of the hand is nothing compared to the ecstasy you manage to create for me but it helps me get my focus bac... to my task at hand.Touching your feet with my hands ever so softly, I stroke the skin in such a way it relaxes and not tickles.A sigh escapes your lips and I can feel you relax in your sleep even more.Gently I slide on the bed next to you, bending over your legs, my hands tracing your muscles from your feet to your thighs.Again I take my time,. "Keep the change," I said, a little too grandly."Mikey, I was going to pay," said Nina, genuinely surprised that I'd beat her to it."Oh no. I ain't goin' that route," I said. "I'm the guy, I pay. I got my pride." She was a little disconcerted, but had the good grace to thank me and not make a public issue of it. I coulda used the C-note, but easy come easy go, I thought. Like I said, I have my pride.We drove in silence back to my apartment. Pulling up, I got out, leaned back in through the. Bran’s lips went close to her ear, and he whispered sensually, ‘Kitty, I’m sorry.’She ignored him.‘Let’s kiss and make up.’Kitty sniffed. ‘I don’t feel like it, ‘ she said childishly.‘Please?’ He begged.No reply. ‘I know you want to forgive me. I hate fighting as much as you do, ‘ Bran plied, his hands trailing in her top to cup her soft breasts and to pinch her nipples gently, just a tweak. ‘I know you’re still angry.’ His hand began to snake down her pants. ‘But I also know you’re overjoyed. And this particular Groinkian really hated trouble. Even more than Ms. Higgambotham's-Smythington's hated food wraps that refused to hold their cling and just let her food go and slop out all over her nice, clean counters... "Was it good for you, too?"BALLIWICK had had a high old time in his favorite-color bathroom. He hadn't a regret in the world, but if truth be told, guilt was another matter. As he watched the old woman walk away, she kinda, sorta, somehow maybe, reminded him of his mother,.