Give the movie a 45. VisualLady Hand Is the lady proud of her body and how it interfaces with yours? Is she willing to love you with the lights on, in...full view? Does she want you to see the look of your hard member gliding into her body? Does she want you to see the way her body moves because you are loving her (the way her breasts jiggle when you drive in, the way her body wiggles as she rotates her hips)?Again, a porno flick is a poor substitute for seeing your own wand slipping between her. She let out a long sigh into the morning air, the sigh of a hopeless romantic.Another minute slipped by. Another. The tea was ready. Sara ladled the dark green brew into the delicate ceramic cups, one by one, and lined them on a silver tray. Calming slightly as she held the teacups steady, she closed the heavy chamber door and started down the long hallway. The tea would stop boiling by the time she reached the council; down a wide staircase and along another hall she went, stepping smoothly. Our crew launched our canoes and paddled south through Dickson Lake. It took 45 minutes to reach a campsite near tomorrow's portage. The campsite was one of the largest and flattest I had seen in Algonquin. It was surrounded by tall pines. We would have lots of privacy.Our crew set up camp in record time. After lunch, Justin announced that everyone had free time for the afternoon. We needed to be back by 4:30pm."Hey, Amy. Do you want to take a ... ahem ... walk?" I leered. At least I thought it. I know Allison's morale was through the roof. I think most employees appreciate when you take care of them. It'll probably pay for itself in productivity and loyalty." You're right. She's one smart woman." She's smart, but I think the thing that sets her apart is that she really cares for people. The first time I went in her shop I was just some kid who screwed up with his girlfriend. Most florists would sell me some generic bouquet or box of roses at way more than I could afford and could give.