Her body also was giving a full response to me. I was handling her smoothly and in a systematic way. I slowly came down and put my hand on her pussy. ... felt a little wetness in pussy but not much as my expectation.I observed her that she may be a little uncomfortable. I told her, “Oh my love, never think too much at this juncture, just enjoy this beautiful moment. Maybe you are having a little hesitation and guilty feeling that what you are doing is correct or not because of which you are not. By now, the fingertip of my right index finger is coated in the cream, as well. I spread my legs, and press that same fingertip to my clit. Softly, gently, I add pressure to that point, circulating my fingertip slowly and feeling my body tighten instantly. I move my left hand between my legs, my fingertips just touching my soft, wet skin. I moan softly and bring up images to mind: a man, pressing his thumb against me while preparing to penetrate me. No, that won’t do. My imagination gave him. I grabbed my case and pulled the girl after me and closed the door. I finally let her go and looked at her and gestured, "strip."She straightened, "no."I sighed as I set the case down and took a step. A knife appeared in her right hand and she sliced. I caught the hand and twisted while using the thumb to apply pressure to the back of the hand. She dropped the knife and I let her go as she backed away rubbing her hand. She was glaring at me as I gestured, "strip."She looked around before slowly. Connor agreed that it would be better, and, having that decided, we each said goodbye. I was relieved not to have spoken with Brenda.Fifteen minutes after I got off the phone, Gerta rang my room, telling me that Emily was calling. I had a pretty good idea what the call would be about, but I wanted to talk to Emily, so I took the call."Kenny, Brenda called me a few minutes ago. She's very upset, crying, and talking about you hating her. Her mother wouldn't let her speak to you when you called,.