She'd been kind of scared, in fact--but not so scared that she didn't give herself another hand-job a few minutes later.Since that wonderful discovery... Rachel had been finger- fucking herself with regularity, at least once a day. She liked to do it first thing in the morning, when she was still groggy with sleep, or last thing at night, before drifting into a contented slumber. She didn't often feel the need of a hand-job in the middle of the afternoon. But then, she didn't often talk to a girl. Ik moet op de rand van het bad gaan zitten voor ik het besef smeert ze mijn buik in met scheerzeep. We gaan je eerst van dat lelijke en vieze oerwoud verlossen. Snel en handig manoeuvreert ze het scheermes, ik scheer Ed ook altijd zegt ze het is lekker om elkaar te scheren. 10 minuten later ben ik helemaal gladgeschoren, zelfs mijn bilnaad heeft ze gedaan. Het viel mij best mee zelfs mijn balzak waar ik wel even bang voor was bewerkte ze met kennis van zaken tot een glad balletje. Ze spoelt mij. The sun had fully set. We were college students. “No, really.” I propped myself up, “We’ve only been on two dates— three if you count tonight— yet in a month from now, I’ll be in California at UCLA.” She giggled. “What?” I asked. She pulled me up onto my feet and grabbed a corner of the picnic blanket, “Let’s just focus on the now.” She led me over to my car, opened the door, and gently pushed me onto the back seat. She threw the picnic blanket into the front passenger. “Look, there was a ritual, okay? One that meant the Warden who killed the Archdemon wouldn’t die. Duncan knew about it and had decided against allowing it. I thought he’d told you, told everyone...” Their unimpressed expressions made it clear that wasn’t true. “But obviously not. Apparently Conrad didn’t ask permission.” I noticed Conrad playing with a wooden ring on his finger and smiled softly.Their unconvinced expressions spurred Alistair to defend me. “It’s true. Aedan, Duncan, and I all.