She ran Her fingers around to his front, starting at his arms and then down. He could feel Her breath on his neck and shoulder, warm and wonderful. ...s She ran Her fingers towards the insides of both thighs near his crotch he began to shake and his breathes came in quick gasps. She whispered playfully, “Ahhhh, nice and sensitive.” She softly laughed and stated a bit louder, “I love such sensitivity, makes the sting of My whips hurt so much more.” She then slowly ran Her fingers around his. She touched him because that was her way of articulating something she stumbled to say.She had been cross-legged again on the floor. He’d been skirting the shelves and had distractedly picked up book by John Donne, a poet he remembered from school. When he opened it a familiarity stirred in him. He’d read this before to someone. He was so captivated that he jumped when Lilly appeared at his side.She looked over his shoulder at the poem he was reading. “I love The Good-Morrow,” she said. “It’s. She lifts her right leg up and places my foot on the tree to get better leverage. Then her hips begin the movements so familiar to her; fingers and hips moving in a frenzy now and her head starts to tingle, her breasts are throbbing, and she softly whimpers as she feels the orgasm begin to take over her body. She quickly slides her finger inside while her thumb works her clit. Her body begins to tense and the surge of what feels like electricity spreads through her body as she cums and cums. As. Judith stopped and looked at me for a second."Don't try that. You gave it to me. I've never, ever cheated!" Until today." Yes, you bastard! If I'm going to get sick because you've been screwing around, I might as well enjoy myself too!" Well, you didn't get it from me!" Are you saying you've never cheated?" I'm saying I'm not HIV positive. Damn it! I don't fool around." While she was thinking of how to answer, I thought again too: (George Fucking Mathis? That asshole?)"Well, you can't get it.