Great instincts, Master!On other days, soft, slender fingers reach down and take hold of me. I always enjoy hands rubbing me. The friction against my ...ensitive skin – up and down – up and down. Master still rubs me, but I enjoy new hands trying to figure out how to handle me. I love being rubbed from bottom to top – hands meticulously working my entire length, and up and over the ridge to my head. And baby, throw in some lotion and I am done. You will see the fruits of your labor hopefully. Look, I need a shower. Why don't you get into bed and I will join you very soon. We will take it slow. I want to make love to you and I think you want me to. We'll get into bed and see what develops. That will give me a chance to hold your body and just maybe you will give me your heart as well. That is what I'm hoping for."It was an hour and a half later that we had each other's body to our mutual satisfaction. I dozed for a little while and then I was fully awake. I asked very quietly, "Are. Sure, she kept up the solo action while in private, but it wasn’t the same as some horny young man desperately trying to unload all of his sexual needs into her. Abe seemed caring, finally rising up off of Edy’s back and asking if she was okay and then if she liked it and then saying that she was beautiful and wonderful and that he wanted to do it again. To do it. Not fuck or make love, simply “to do it” with her or on her or in her. And when Abe said he hoped he could do it with her again, Edy. Finally, just short of an old oil jetty, where the sharp shingle rocks met the sand (all good fisherfolk know that’s where you’re most likely to catch fish at such venues), he stopped and stretched, waiting for her to catch up. He surveyed the ground he would be fishing on, working out where he would cast his lead to avoid snagging up but still in with a chance to catch the bigger bass that flirted with the edges of the rocks as the tide came up. But there was plenty of time before the tide.