..I’m gonna help ya.” She was breathing deeply, helplessly, wantonly, radiating a warm blush through her body. “Let’s do this together.......I...got to start slowly,.......like this............” She guided my finger in a deliberate, but irregular motion over the slick surface of her clit. “Like that, yeah........like that..slow......with a little more pressure........” She pushed 2 of her fingers inside her hole, and my hand could feel the upward push she applied as she massaged the clefts of. She lay back on her bed, idly running her hand over her bare stomach, and remembered everything. The way she had felt standing naked in the basement of his apartment. How she was sure he was going to touch her to check for wetness. How she had felt when he had not touched her like she had assumed he would. She remembered too, how she had felt answering the door in her ‘uniform’, and the way she had felt the odd tingles of exhibitory delight rush through her. Something in her had changed, she. I have to go home and finger myself, which feels really nice, but not as nice as when you just did it!’ ‘Oh, no, my dear, let me show you a whole world of pleasure,’ whispered Karen, returning her finger to stroking Bridgette’s now bright-red clit. Bridgette ceased talking and mumbled endearments to her new lover Karen, as the waves of continuous pleasure crashed over her. Karen, knowing that too much pleasure can quickly turn to pain, refrained from too much attention to Bridgette’s love. But being around people who've lost a limb has always bothered me." Clay stopped halfway through unzipping her jeans. "Good thing it's just arms and legs, since you married a guy with one eye and a few scars to his credit." "That's different. You're a guy. Besides, I didn't say how I felt was logical and it's sure not something I'm proud of, but it's there. Maybe it's because my grandfather lost both legs to diabetes. I was just a kid and never really saw it. But the way my mother and the.