“Why not!” I said to myself. I started applying warm lotion to her right hand and arm. As I put her hand back on the table, it automatically came...off the edge to rest against me as I slid along the edge of the table. She didn’t think I noticed, so I played along. I could see her small pink nipples reacting before I even touched them. I didn’t want to keep them waiting, so I began to work on her upper torso. The right side first, then the same treatment on the left. Her left hand also felt my. You unlatch the door and sneak in.Your heart was pounding. This was so against the rules. Hell, mom might actually throw you out for this if you get caught. But you weren't going to get caught.You look around. It looks like a pretty standard woman's room. Dresses and bras scattered about, posters on the wall, etc. You didn't want to dally and loose this opportunity so you make straight for the dresser. You open it to see what you'd come for, a drawer full of soft silky panties. To your surprise. One deep breath followed another as I forced myself to distance these feelings. Hot tears burned my eyes and fought my control. I was such a heartless bitch to feel this way. The rattle of the doorknob startled me so much I almost dropped the towel. ‘I’ll be out in a second,’ I said, wiping my eyes again. ‘Hawk, what’s the matter?’ Gretchen asked, her voice muffled by the door. ‘Let me in.’ I got up and straightened my clothes. A glance in the mirror told me that my face was composed enough. I. When the third wave hit, she grabbed his hands and they intertwined fingers. She squeezed so hard she thought his fingers would come off, but he didn’t flinch. After a fourth and fifth wave of pleasure assaulted her, she couldn’t take it anymore and rolled over on her side. She was out of breath and covered in sweat. He looked up puzzled. ‘You okay, baby?’ he asked trenderly. ‘Yeah,’ was all she could muster. She was breathing and sweating like she had just run with the bulls of Pamplona. She.