When that kiss relaxed into gentleness, he parted her lower lips and stroked her valley once.He pressed one finger, and then two, into her heat. She w...s ready for him, and he was much more than ready for her. Nonetheless, he rubbed against the top of her tunnel until he could feel the little bump there. Her clitoris would still be supersensitive. But a little stroking here, a few wiggles of the fingers against each other, would raise her excitement to need.And so it did. She gasped around the. So, when I heard a woman say, "I told him he could finger-bang me for a B+," my attention was immediately piqued. Was a professor trading grades for sex and, more interestingly, was he using a sliding scale of increasingly better grades for more involved acts? Surely, there was a story there. But, the moment I glance over the edge of the books I'm perched on, I realize my mistake. The speaker is not, as I assumed, a dewy-eyed freshman with a keen negotiating skill, but a professor speaking to. . he pushed to show me true love, on levels I had ignored the possibility of with his mother while she was alive.Samuel let me feel true love, on levels far deeper than I think would be possible with another person. Countless times he's 'hopped the fence' to me, for a long time merely at his own initiative. For the first six months or so after his first time making love with me, I always left it to his initiative; I found myself wishing he wouldn't come, as it hurt knowing he couldn't stay. My. But Alex wasn’t like that, although the muscles in his thighs and belly got hard and flexed as stronger waves of excitement flowed through him, whether it was because he was so intent on what he was seeing going on in Lisa’s room or because he realised that way I could do a better job on him, he managed to hold himself pretty still. So, as I didn’t have to hold him back from trying to choke me, I was free to use both hands as well as my lips and tongue – and though I say it myself, under those.