Her knees had in fact risen to the position I'd pictured. My thumb began to circle and brush lightly over her clit.I have read stories in which the wr...ter says, "I didn't know where her body ended and mine began." Language, even as florid as that, is so inadequate. I felt Elaine's/my hand clutch the sheets; I felt my tongue flick her/my nipple; I felt my thumb caress her/my clit (my clit?). I felt our minds begin to shatter as I/we soared away.Her orgasm gave her no warning - her reaction gave. The questions never strayed into anything personal, always just general stuff. We each knew that we were just killing time before we stepped up the sexual side of things. I noticed that by now our neighbour, the single woman, was a lot closer than when I left to go swimming. She too was fingering herself in a casual kind of way, but seemed happy to not join the conversation. By now the sun had set , there was still plenty of ambient light, but some of the boats had their lights on – it was a. Her hand began to shake as she took the key out of her pocket and inserted it into the slot just above the door handle. The room she walked into was dark. The curtains were partially open allowing a little bit of moonlight to stream through, but not enough to light the room. The room was decorated elegantly with a large bed in the centre of the room. The duvet was nowhere to be seen though, but the sheets were creamed coloured matching the wallpaper perfectly. The other furniture in the room. I went into the city today," she called back, meekly lowering her voice as Henry's slender, solid form appeared in the doorway from the living room. "I got back as soon as I could." Dammit, have you been out shopping again, Kathy?" he interrupted, his blue eyes glowering beneath his thick shock of unruly dark brown hair. "I don't see any packages, so I assume you've bought one of the larger so-called necessities of life. What is it this time, a baby grand piano or a mink coat that they're going.